fog

fog

It’s so early in the morning that the moon still sits and watches  on its perch. The streets are clouded with fog and  the flickers of the street lamps are only fading masses in the distance. It feels quiet. It feels like my bed feels. For once it is not difficult to get up. For once I am content to stand and watch the cars roll down the street.

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