90 days from now, according to old farmers’ wisdom, we’ll have a storm.
What ever. That’s in December, when we’ll all expect it anyway. Now, I simply want to go outside.
Because the Fog lies thick and steadily all over the town.
And I just want to go out and walk in it.
Feel the wisp of clouds against my skin, shiver in the damp chill & snug my jacket up tighter as I walk.
And then, curl up under a fleece blanket with a mug of chai tea, and a good book, as I watch the Fog roll down my street, making everything look magical & mysterious.
Alas… I’m just on a break at work, and my time’s up for daydreaming.