Day 305 of 366: When the Fog Comes to the City

Fog in London is so rare that every time it shrouds the city in its mystery I want to stop the clocks and be in several places at the same time.

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Carl Sandburg

When the Fog Comes to the City

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