It was a warm January day, whose only goal was to melt the new snow and turn it into puddles of dirt. I picked up my son from school and was driving through a plain field, mesmerized by the impenetrable sheet of fog. "Why smoke?", "Why white?" he kept asking, but I couldn't take my eyes off the road and my mind off the cloudy cottony chunks of fog that engulfed the ground. So, he stopped asking and started watching…