Becky, I know exactly what you are talking about. I have that rather often, but it is uncomfortable in most ways. Until I had to face the reality and stop denying the non-binary identity I have, blue fog wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as it is today. That was accepted as the normal me, but it wasn't really. I suspect that is because it wasn't fog at all but a blue smoke screen to hide and deny the feminine in me. The pink fog really is a nice, cool, moist fog turned pink by the glorious time of day just as the sun is about to rise. The flowers are covered with dew, the birds are singing like crazy, and the world is eagerly preparing for a new day. The "blue fog" is more like what comes from the smoldering embers of a forest fire that isn't quite out. Makes it hard to breathe and your eyes water and it smells of death and destruction. It is a part of the process of life and living, but is not the preferred state of being. No fog at all is my preference, but if there must be fog, please let it be pink and sweet as cotton candy.
