Coffee bitter and sweet, mixing, and lies not in how sugar is whether; A period lies not in pain, how to forget, but in whether it has the courage to start again.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Frozen Fog
3 mornings this week we woke to find a strange world of frozen fog. We couldn't see any farther than our own yard. It was as if the world didn't exist anymore beyond our place. It gave a odd, fantasy-like feel to everything. I took some photos but they don't have the true feel that I was getting as I wondered about. Within a few hours the fog was mostly gone but it was still dark, dreary days. It made me want to hybernate instead of getting out to finish my Christmas shopping.
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