Before, a fog rising toward the gray sky smudged everything, like a half-hearted watercolor painting. Now, it’s dark blue—nay, black.
And it’s not even night, although maybe it is.
J in me a fog too is rising, but it is not gray; it is red. And it puts a soft, warm glow on there.
That’s too good but it’s thanks to the 🍷 wind, nay wine
A welcome sensation indeed