I remember seeing a film, many years ago, about some people who were trapped in a house near the sea and over run by monsters or ghosts or something which appeared out of the fog. Don’t ask me who was in it – although I suppose they’re all really famous – or who directed it, even if the name of the film is right; I just remember being really scared and having lots of bad thoughts about fog ever since. And about going to re-run theaters too!
This past week I have seen practically nothing but fog each and every day. The world seems to be covered in a thick mist, barely one hundred yards is visible and the world is quiet and forgotten. When we drive through the woods, right at the start and end of my journey into Bremen each day, it is dark too. The fog swirls and creates shadows all around us as if things are lurking, watching us, waiting. It is a very strange feeling. And it is a cold, wet fog too.
I can’t call it mist, mainly because it is too thick and nothing like a pleasant misty morning, but also because if I start calling it mist here I’ll get confused. Mist, in German, is dung, and that is something completely different!
Love & Kisses, Viki.