January 25th – The mist still hadn’t lifted, and in fact it seemed to be becoming more dense.
I’d been over to Burntwood for an errand, and came back via Chasewater after dark, getting some shopping in on the way. As I rattled down the bumpy north shore path where it runs between the Rugby Club and Chasetown Bypass, concerned for the fragility of my purchases, I noticed the curving ‘wall of light’ effect of the streetlights on the fog, bending away from me like I was repelling it.
It was one of those moments when an unexpected, mundane scene caught a unique light and became precious.
Like Clayhanger did a few days before. Low cloud does have its benefits, I guess.
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