A foggy morning tale

The world was a lot smaller than normal. The view extended to the edge of the road, and then hit a solid grey wall. But if you took your time, and really tried, shapes started to dissolve. Trees, streams, cows... they all came back to life. An occasional moo from a lone cow, a scream from a passing bird or a distant car rushing by proved that the world was still alive behind the grey wall.

Otherwise another day at the office.


Going to backblip a few too now.