It was a pea soup kind of morning today. I love fog. It lends a surreal atmosphere for me, almost as though it’s a thing alive and moving. It swirls it’s tendrils around mountain tops and clings to blades of grass in the field. It’s cold, clammy breath chills to the bone and it’s gray essence obscures the blue sky above. But it’s not a malevolent creature, only mysterious because it is begotten from the cottony clouds high above – a visitor come from the firmament to wander below for a time.
Happy Friday and I wish a wonderful weekend to you all!