A foggy day…and that phrase reminds me of a song – as does most everything – and while this is Virginia not London…
“A foggy day in London town Had me low and had me down I viewed the morning with alarm The British museum had lost its charm How long, I wondered, could this thing last?But the age of miracles hadn’t passed For, suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London town The sun was shining everywhere…”
Subject to Change Without Notice 
TGIF. Hope your week improved from your last post when you mentioned some bad stuff happening. Despite being busier than a one armed wallpaper hanger, I do think of you often and hope you’re doing well. You are loved!
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No things aren’t getting better but leveling out, decisions are being made. 2 weeks until more decisions can be made…all inevitable but still difficult. 💜
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Those foggy photos look so mysterious. I love the pop of yellow in the foreground! Since it’s often wet here, we have many foggy mornings although today is dark and rainy. Not mysterious, just lamp on all day, energy draining kind of day.
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I don’t know what I like better – foggy mornings or foggy afternoons…both atmospheric and cozy.
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Enjoyed the song. We had several foggy mornings here this past week
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I’m glad you enjoyed the song – Billie Holiday is just about my most favorite female singer.
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I liked fog when I was a kid. I think it’s the idea that familiar places looked new and different–maybe alien. Same with waking up to a good snow cover. I don’t know about London, but I must say that to a Californian, it’s not really “fog” if you can still see the front of your hood while driving.
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I think fog is cozy…
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