Walking in fog
It’s not just that vision is limited, but sound seems muffled in fog. There’s the novelty of being cold and wearing a jumper. Moisture clings to your hair. Everything goes on exactly as usual. Cars speed up the Beach Road, the road sweepers brush the sand off the pavement, women in lycra sprint around orange cones that glow out of the white gloom.
- Things that inspire me to write #7: Rachel Vincent’s idea fog (likestrawberrytea.com)
- Fog on Sunday (limeyfish.com)
- In a Fog (girlwithadogandgoodshoes.wordpress.com)