Life The current view outside our window. In our flat we're often above the fog, but sometimes, just sometimes, it's as though we're existing at the point where the ground fog and clouds meet or that we've been whisked out of the world and dropped in some otherwhere. The pinpricks of light in the photograph below is reflected from a hallway bulb inside.
Spooky! I work on the 24th floor of a building just a few blocks from the harbor here in Baltimore -- we occasionally get fogs that roll in and sort of bury us in a cloud like that. It makes me a little nauseous to look at the windows, it's so surreal.
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