The
early fog never quite lifted today. When I went out later something of it lingered -
not really a mist, not even a blurring, but a softening of light and colour
that I'd never seen before. Everything soft and thick like velvet. The low, low
sun strong but diffused. A faint but distinct sheen on walls and pavements.
And the sky such a dark blue. Not dark like a storm or dark like dusk, but a
new shade. Some things can't be predicted or described or encompassed. Some
things, some days are just astonishing and lovely.
