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misterblackbird) wrote2008-10-08 02:43 pm
misterblackbird) wrote2008-10-08 02:43 pm
Entry 219; Day 522
Well, this weather is more than slightly familiar. What more need I say? I've seen dense fogs before. And one carries on, despite the damp and the cold.
It's not exactly what one might call pleasant, but it's quite remarkable, the fog, isn't it? There are halos around the lights that I can see from here, and the fog is streaming in rags and tatters across them. I can't see the tops of any buildings--and for that matter, I can't see the buildings across the street. It's like looking against a blank wall when it's so dense as this, save for when the ragged edges pass by, and that is none too often.
It's almost as dark and grey and still as it is when it snows, especially the heavy summer snows we've had the last two summers. But I think more people were going out in the snowstorms than are going out in the fog.
It's so often silent during a dense fog. No one goes out in it, in my experience--if you don't get lost, you might still find your pocket picked or yourself dead in a gutter. And so it stays quiet. Although it can be quite interesting to take a walk in the fog, if one's careful. It's as strange as taking a walk in the snow the way it distorts and hides the familiar.
I think I just saw a shadow go past my window, something darker grey than the grey outside. Am I to presume it to be a bird when it seemed larger than that?
Although, of course, there's always at least one or two people who go out in it, if they must, and though the fog seems to close one up on all sides, footsteps, carriage wheels, and the sound of horses' hooves echo remarkably well in it.
Something else just went past the window. And I am very far removed from the street in my room.
I shouldn't put it past this City to put things in the fog. This may very well be the beginning of the real October curses. And I think I can almost imagine what might be moving about, half-hidden or entirely hidden, in the fog. Two years ago I'd never expect to hear myself say this, but having seen monsters in the City, there might very well be such monsters in this fog.
Only the City can take common fog and make it a thing of horror. And it is by turns fantastic and terrible.
I don't especially like to think of how Merry would have wanted to run around in it, and call my name while hiding in it--especially not if I'm seeing shapes and forms in it--
~C.
[ooc: Fog = distraction = good. He's still in mope-mode, but the fog is entertaining him a little.]
It's not exactly what one might call pleasant, but it's quite remarkable, the fog, isn't it? There are halos around the lights that I can see from here, and the fog is streaming in rags and tatters across them. I can't see the tops of any buildings--and for that matter, I can't see the buildings across the street. It's like looking against a blank wall when it's so dense as this, save for when the ragged edges pass by, and that is none too often.
It's almost as dark and grey and still as it is when it snows, especially the heavy summer snows we've had the last two summers. But I think more people were going out in the snowstorms than are going out in the fog.
It's so often silent during a dense fog. No one goes out in it, in my experience--if you don't get lost, you might still find your pocket picked or yourself dead in a gutter. And so it stays quiet. Although it can be quite interesting to take a walk in the fog, if one's careful. It's as strange as taking a walk in the snow the way it distorts and hides the familiar.
I think I just saw a shadow go past my window, something darker grey than the grey outside. Am I to presume it to be a bird when it seemed larger than that?
Although, of course, there's always at least one or two people who go out in it, if they must, and though the fog seems to close one up on all sides, footsteps, carriage wheels, and the sound of horses' hooves echo remarkably well in it.
Something else just went past the window. And I am very far removed from the street in my room.
I shouldn't put it past this City to put things in the fog. This may very well be the beginning of the real October curses. And I think I can almost imagine what might be moving about, half-hidden or entirely hidden, in the fog. Two years ago I'd never expect to hear myself say this, but having seen monsters in the City, there might very well be such monsters in this fog.
Only the City can take common fog and make it a thing of horror. And it is by turns fantastic and terrible.
~C.
[ooc: Fog = distraction = good. He's still in mope-mode, but the fog is entertaining him a little.]
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