A matter of scale perhaps. Here in the chilly pre-dawn hours it's dense fog melding into drizzle, but out there beyond the margins of the galaxy the delicate spikes of light may well be thistledown.
We get our fair share of fog in the off summer seasons but in the early morning on the eve of this year's longest day it was indeed bewildering to find myself wrapped in so much fog for thought.
Thanks for sharing yours--that's thoughts, not fog!
May the fog rise soon, the sun show it's face and show us the way. Beautiful words as ever, Vassilis. Thanks.
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ReplyDeleteA matter of scale perhaps. Here in the chilly pre-dawn hours it's dense fog melding into drizzle, but out there beyond the margins of the galaxy the delicate spikes of light may well be thistledown.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Vassilis.
We get our fair share of fog in the off summer seasons but in the early morning on the eve of this year's longest day it was indeed bewildering to find myself wrapped in so much fog for thought.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing yours--that's thoughts, not fog!