my old friend
One of the fondest moment I remember with my mom was when she carried my tiny frail body through the fog . Though I can feel cold droplets on my skin, I remember feeling warm and safe wrapped in my mother’s arm.
I love foggy mornings like this …
January 9th, 2012 at 10:38 pm
The fog by the lake is pretty also, since it is cold here at night we normally have frost by morning.