I love this time of year. The damp cold mornings that bring a mist down that envelopes everything. It's magical and mysterious. It's also comforting to be in the fog somehow - like being wrapped in a silken gossamer web. Protected. The last few mornings have been misty and foggy - I love it.
As my son has just left, the fog also reminds me of a prior vis…
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