Grey morning.

Wet, grey start to the morning.
Mary can never understand why I like days like these, but I find them exciting.

I remember reading a book at primary school about a foggy day, I loved it!
And still remember the feeling of elation and anticipation.

The fog changes everything around us; the familiar comes looming up out of the murkiness. Ok I'm sensing I'm trying a bit too hard to justify myself.
Stop.

I like also that it signifies the changing seasons. Night time walks with the dog are definitely cold now. Autumn is upon us...