I am, of course, enjoying the fog, and the drops of mist that alight on my face. The air seems less cold now that it has been given substance, and the wooly closeness of it is comforting. Should the fog continue to wrap the forest for a few hours more, the trees will begin to drip dew, and the muffled night be filled with the sound of soft drumming. That will make it even better.
Befogged
I am, of course, enjoying the fog, and the drops of mist that alight on my face. The air seems less cold now that it has been given substance, and the wooly closeness of it is comforting. Should the fog continue to wrap the forest for a few hours more, the trees will begin to drip dew, and the muffled night be filled with the sound of soft drumming. That will make it even better.
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Reset Forty-Nine, Day Seven
Monday I remembered I had an artichoke, so I cooked it and ate it instead of dinner. It was very tasty, what with all the butter I put on it, and I…
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Reset Forty-Nine, Day Six
Sunday got away, as Sundays are wont to do, and I had some naps and some sore feet and some flights of fancy and, eventually, some leftover chili.…
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Reset Forty-Nine, Day Five
There are big empty spots in my brain where stuff disappears, never to be found again. It ought to be comparable to other things, but what they might…
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