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.
So here’s a look at the fog that commanded my kitchen window view today.
Happy Friday and I wish a wonderful weekend to you all!
it’s like in 3 amigos, when they come to the bar, and the barkeep sez
The German Says to Wait Here
and they go
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm …
Such beautiful writing! I know you will continue to explore this magic over the weekend – have all the fun, my darling friend! x
Great shot, Audrey! The fog is something magical, isn’t it?
There really is! It’s just got an otherworldly feel to it.
I’ve always thought fog was kind of cozy – I know we can’t live with it forever, but I’m always a little sad when the sun burns it off…..
I could see that! It makes me want to be cozy at home, that’s for sure!
And I forget how much you love the rain too.