Fogbound

That’s been our weather for days, and it doesn’t look like changing.

The mist, which unusually stays around for much of the day, is displeasing. This January hasn’t been that cold, but the damp air slips wetly around your neck and face. And looking up, I haven’t seen any actual features in the sky, day or night, for some days.

There’s one compensation: from the harbor, the urgent mooing of the great ships’ foghorns. It’s a pleasant sound.

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