(Originally written November 8th, 2009)
Tonight, on a calm night, the stars twinkled, the moon shone, but the fog - oh the fog - blanketed the land and sea like a soft, white, pillowy cushion of cotton. So thick was the fog that from the air you could no longer make out the normal beacons that are usually all quite visible from the sky. All you could make of our destination was the soft yellow glow of the city on the clouds and fog above them. This is all very peaceful and quiet, well, while yo…
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Posted on May 22, 2009 at 5:30pm —