The Cyclist

On the way home from the train station I stopped to blip the fog that was fast moving towards my town (very fast - and diving in and out of it while in the car is a very weird feeling!).

Got out of the car half way across the Bruch and then noticed the cyclist on the other side of the street. On his side the fog wasn't that bad yet - in large you can see it on the ground. And the cyclist, if you like.

19:30; 4°C