Modern Day Mist Witch
I have a sort of strange love of fog and mist. Maybe it comes from a childhood steeped in Lord of the Rings and Gothic novels (and so an obsession with far-off and exotic-sounding places like “The Moors”). Or perhaps it’s the memory of the woods and fields behind my parents’ house, flooded with lost clouds on some mornings. It could be the year I spent in Scotland, a veritable paradise of weather-obscured beauty. Or maybe it’s just that mist is pretty.
Regardless, I get unusually excited on those days this one, when Chicago turns into its Gotham counterpart and people emerge through walls of white air, bike bells ring from invisible places. It seems to me that anything could happen on these days, that some magic event is waiting just past where my eyes can see. And what better outfit to wear for magic than lots of black and some animal print? This is, I’ve decided, the get-up of a modern day mist witch (negative connotation discarded).