For years he would be terrified of the fog and thought it would bring with it the power to make the dead undead.
Well, it didn't. And I know this because Christchurch has been in a fog for almost a week. Yes, I am not kidding. You wake up in the morning to a mist covered sun. You walk to the city with just a few meters of visibility. And you sleep soundly at night knowing that the fog will not be missed the following morning.
After a day or so, you begin to get used to it. And now that it is sunny again, you kind of miss that feel of Evian spray on your face as soon as you walk outside that door. Plus, it seems to be warmer when the fog descends and stays on the ground than on a clear day like this.
Now it's back to a wintry morning day. I woke up to a freezing 0 deg Celsius temperature and hoping that spring will hastily make its way to the land of the big white cloud. One more week to go and winter will officially be over!
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