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It's not just that there's fog. It's not just that I couldn't see the other side of 7 when I came in this morning, or that the far end of the parking deck has been wrapped in gauzy grey-white.
It's that it's late November, and several spindly maples (?) in the lot below are still clothed in harvest-fire leaves, and they can't help but glow through the fog.
Last Monday morning the stretch of grass/creek/powerline on Braddock Road faded into nothingness about a hundred feet out.
I've missed this so much.
It's that it's late November, and several spindly maples (?) in the lot below are still clothed in harvest-fire leaves, and they can't help but glow through the fog.
Last Monday morning the stretch of grass/creek/powerline on Braddock Road faded into nothingness about a hundred feet out.
I've missed this so much.
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Date: 2009-11-19 07:33 pm (UTC)Nothing ominous, just a change of plans for Christmas
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Date: 2009-11-19 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-19 08:16 pm (UTC)It's hard to live a poetic life when everyone else is leading a critical one.
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Date: 2009-11-20 12:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-20 02:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-20 01:41 pm (UTC)LINUS: Get me tickets to whatever Broadway show nobody can get tickets to.
MAX: The most popular show is a musical, sir.
LINUS: That's fine.
MAX: You are aware that this means the actors will spontaneously break into song and dance numbers?
--Sabrina
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Date: 2009-11-20 02:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-20 12:02 am (UTC)We didn't have too much in the way of fog up here, but the light near sunset was so dark and yellow that I had to go out an check that we weren't in danger of tornado winds or anything. This was also quite pretty.