We are in the midst of autumn here in the South (Hemisphere, that is) and autumn is always especially lovely around our way. In fact, it's my favourite season. Today, for example, it was delightfully foggy in the morning and then a sort of misty haze hung over the city for most of the day. A lot of people don't like fog, I'm sure, but being the overly thoughtful type that I am, I love it for a couple of kinda wishy-washy reasons. Or, at least, I love it in the safe confines of our urban environment. I probably wouldn't be too mad on it if I was driving on a dangerous, winding road or being pursued by Jack-the-Ripper through 19th century London. But since I was doing neither of those things this morning as I stood on the doorstep, it made me smile. It envelops otherwise familiar (and sometimes dreary) scenes in an air of mystery, indeed, of mysticism. Above is a photo I took on my phone as I walked up from the train station this afternoon. It captures just what I like about autumn; the stark loveliness of the trees and the clear, almost brittle, blue skies.
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I have to say that you are one of the rare people I know who like fog. :) Maybe we have too much of it during the autumn and winter here where I live, that's also why my favorite seasons are spring and summer. It is nice to get another view on such things, perhaps I might start to like it. ;)
There may be a difference between Australian and European fog! That's why one of my least favourite seasons here is summer - so relentlessly hot and dry - but in Europe I really like summer. I had a lovely time in Austria a couple of Julys back...
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