Today, in the neophyte hours of the morning, fog encased the street.— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 20, 2020
It was a good fog.
Some fogs make things difficult.
Other fogs we call good.
They change things for the better.
In a good fog, familiar and unremarkable things can
become remarkable and
beautiful.
Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
Saturday, 20 June 2020
in the neophyte hours...
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