Fog
There is something deeply satisfying to me when the fogs of December come rolling in, especially in the early evenings, and the street lights flicker into life and cast the scenery with eerie punctuations of light and shadow.
I am also at my most reflective during these shadowed evenings, especially with all the dramas of life at the moment. Sometimes just stopping by Abington Park, after karate, pumping up the mood music, opening the doors and taking a calm moment before continuing the journey, is required.
There’s probably a hundred reasons why it’s not a good idea, but there’s just as many as to why it is. I think next time I try it I’ll source a good cup of java from somewhere.
A trip up to Scotland, especially at this time of year, has been too long a time coming and my batteries are in sore need of some recharging.
