2021/8/29 #poetry I do enjoy watching the fog. There's an excitement to it. It comes in and annihilates things. I watch and wonder, will that building be removed, will that other be erased? Will I? Sometimes there's an effect of diffusing the lights in the buildings so instead you see globulous hills with fires pitched about. Then candles, and nothing. It all stays trapped, that light, and the whole mass of gassy fluff glows. A big city-sized glow ball.