The Caravan
It may happen to anyone, casually entering a cloud of fog and suddenly standing on a completely different planet. This can be great fun, but only if it's not a world filled with evil warlocks and poison rain.
I slipped into my running shoes and stepped out of the door into the gloomy November afternoon. Instantly my mind cleared up, and I felt refreshed and energized by the chilled air. I started the running tracker on my smart watch and entered into a light jog. There really is nothing better to clear the head and focus the mind than a good running session, I thought.
I passed the fringes of the small village where I lived, went over the stone bridge, where the swelling river was whooshing down a small incline, until I arrived on the long and steady pedestrian way that led away from the houses, streets, and fellow humans. Twenty minutes later I was jogging through a hazy meadow, heading towards the forest.