A Foggy Town

Sunday, October 20, 2019

I stepped outside one morning last fall to a sky swathed in grey. It softened as I drove through puddles during my morning drive and watched raindrop fleck my windows--then when I finally stepped out of the car, the loveliest white fog clung around the tops of buildings, indistinguishable from the sky.

It reminds me of my first day in London: a grey, gloriously rainy day that ended by Westminster Abbey. I sat perched on a bench, flowers and greenery around me, safe beneath the shelter of an enormous tree and listened as evening chimes rang out and Mel Tormé crooned "A foggy day in London town..." in my ears.

London was lovely in the rain and fog. The flower stalls and window displays, decadent bursts of cool colors spilling onto the pavements, stood out more. As did all of London's magnificent architecture.

A foggy day in London town
Had me low and had me down
I viewed the morning with alarm,
The British museum had lost its charm.
How long, I wondered, could this thing last?
But the age of miracles hadn't passed
For, suddenly, I saw you there
And through foggy London town
The sun was shining everywhere.

Here's to more grey, foggy days that feel like London ones. 

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