Thick as pea soup. Shrouding the world in a cotton-batting wrap. Disclosing only the most immediate of details. Upon closer inspection there is a dock.... sure enough the ghost is actually a sailboat moored in the mist. An eerie way to start the day. Time to return home to that which is familiar. Final impression of a glorious weekend. Season's changing. Gratitude's constant.
Farewell foggy-town. Impression seared permanent.
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