Bad Hair Day

This lovely lady was the only splash of colour in an otherwise grey and murky morning.

Thick fog greeted us as we emerged into the day and it hasn't lifted yet.

Another chapter closed last night. No surprises, no regrets and no remorse.

Just a little sadness.

Onwards and upwards into a new week.

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

Thanks for that 'Fred.