Morning fog floating over the city like a fine gray blanket, dulling the buildings, obstructing the sun with a cool sweatiness. A stodgy, sticky start to another day, another week.
Thanks, Helen. I sometimes get a little "stuffy" about my writing. I find that when I'm able to let go, to have a little fun with the words, they seem to come out better.
Thanks for dropping by, lotta. I appreciate your presence.
The two blogs "seeing the most action" are "Chrome" and this one; Chrome remains my main contact point. I'm not quite ready to let go of the others; that may yet happen.
Stodgy, sticky start may be uncomfortable ~~ but it reads good. I like this, Bear.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Helen. I sometimes get a little "stuffy" about my writing. I find that when I'm able to let go, to have a little fun with the words, they seem to come out better.
ReplyDeleteStodgy, sticky start....Helen and I both loved that statement. Now I must figure out WHICH of your blogs to put on my blog...
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by, lotta. I appreciate your presence.
DeleteThe two blogs "seeing the most action" are "Chrome" and this one; Chrome remains my main contact point. I'm not quite ready to let go of the others; that may yet happen.
Thanks again for the beautiful card.
Thanks for your thoughts, Betty. There is something spooky, but inviting, I find, when I'm in fog. But not when I'm driving!
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