I'm sitting at the table in the bay window looking out at a very cold scene. My flat is unusual because noone over looks it, despite being in the middle of a large, industrial city. I can see trees, not people or traffic.
In the winter when the leaves are gone, I see far more of what lies beyond. Not today.
It has been foggy since early morning, and through the day the mist thinned a very little, reflecting what December light there is.
It's beginning to get dark, it's 3pm. The fog is thickening again.
Somehow it is calming and empty. The fog leaves everything soft and cold and still.
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