In the span of an hour, it’s gone from so foggy I couldn’t see out of the window, to clear, to a soft-focus haze. Half the sky is blue and the other cloudy so we’ll see who wins this one.
The last Monday in the shortest month of the year, and it’s difficult to believe how the time sloshes it’s way over the sides. Here and gone, gone and here, for something so steady, it’s wildly unpredictable.
And speaking of unpredictable, the fog is back in full force.
I paused in my writing and now it’s somewhat gone, another band is rolling in though, I can see it.
I’m definitely going to need more coffee. Not going to make much progress today without more coffee.
I might even need it to finish this post. We all know it’s happened before, unless you’re new here, and HI! And also by the way, it’s happened before.
But it does feel like winter is losing its grip, and as delicate and fragile as spring may be when it starts out, it still firmly holds its ground.
It looks like there’s a little green among the brown patches of last year’s grass.
Oh and it’s clear again.
And with that, I’m going to get a little Monday on, and probably some more coffee on, and let the two battle it out. Have a lovely day.