The second half of life..

By twigs

Is that my bus...?

We don't very often get fog here so this morning's pea-souper saw me drive a slightly different route to work so I could stop and get a few pics.  
Wow!  

Odd though it may seem, I love the fog and its absence of depth. No start, no end.  No future, no past.  Just here, now.  A damp veil of security enveloping body and focussing mind.

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