In some parts of the world, fog may come in on little cat’s feet, but here it arrives like a tidal wave. It comes in from all directions and there’s no escape. The fog slowly cuts off your scenery. You used to be able to see the city. You used to be able to see the mountains. You used to be able to see your house.
I love the fog. Riding home in the middle of it is wonderful. It’s chilly enough to be shocked by the little water droplets all over your face.
1 comment:
sounds heavenly...
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