Cloudy; Mist
4°C (39.2°F) Wet, slippery, matted-down, the grass suggests a new-born fresh from the womb.

Fog. I love to watch the fog, objects fading in and out of view as the fog thickens – or dissipates – according to its own peculiar rhythms. Walking through it, I feel alone, but comforted – intimate with my surroundings.