The fog

It's a foggy day where I live, and I took the photograph on the beach about fifteen minutes ago. I just love the fog. In London we didn't have fog very often, but in the town I grew up in, the fogs were so thick that one needed a torch to go outside during the daytime. It's marvellous how a fog muffles the noise of the traffic. There is almost a hush. I enjoy the cold bite of the damp air, and the feeling of anonymity one gets when cocooned in a thick fog. The imagination is stimulated and runs riot. There is a comforting feeling of self, rather than the cold feeling of social exclusion. There is a sense of unfamiliarity with the familiar, and one sees things differently for the moment.
Although I don't feel as happy as I did yesterday, I definitely don't feel as horribly strange as I did earlier. My little walk just now was most therapeutic. I am extremely fortunate to live in such beautiful surroundings.