My walk to fetch water from the local "Well of Living Waters" was an eerie, foggy one last night. Before, I might have considered this weather miserable, but it wasn't now. The soft fog lowering down over the town was simply beautiful - much more beautiful than my quickly snapped photos. And rather comforting. The desaturated landscape was easy to wander through lost in my own thoughts, nothing in the surroundings beckoned my attention. The contrast was so clear compared to the eternal bright sunshine where we once lived. I did love it there in the warmth and even a thought of this type of greyness back then felt like a threatening prison. Something in this scenery has clearly won me over since then. I think in this weather, it's easy to be an introvert. I feel very much at home in this introvert's weather.
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