We woke to fog Friday morning. Fog always and forever will remind me of my mother.
For you see, Fog is a rare occurrence here. Happening rarely but with stunning results
A coolness descends on the land; sounds are magnified.
Momma would always say: ‘Look, kids! A cloud has sat down on the land”.
I often go out walking in the fog…just because, I’m walking in a cloud, which sat down for me to enjoy.
From my world to your heart,