Stationed in East Anglia, I remember layered fog, fog so thick one couldn't see past the hood's end, but, given a slight rise, one could see all the way down the runway -- as if it was a cloudless full moon eve. As one might expect of an airbase, (having been built around a flat runway) there wasn't much topography. But sometimes life is like that: a tiny rise in perspective allows one to see the world clearly, but a minor dip puts one in a soup of unfathomability.
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