early fog never quite lifted today. When I went out later something of it lingered -
not really a mist, not even a blurring, but a softening of light and colour
that I'd never seen before. Everything soft and thick like velvet. The low, low
sun strong but diffused. A faint but distinct sheen on walls and pavements.
And the sky such a dark blue. Not dark like a storm or dark like dusk, but a
new shade. Some things can't be predicted or described or encompassed. Some
things, some days are just astonishing and lovely.
Wild storms and flooding from the sea. The news of all this interrupted for the announcement that the bright light of Nelson Mandela has gone out. And around our little lake the rampant vegetation shrinks and cracks and flares as it shades into winter.