Fog pictures

[yakalskovich]

Last Sunday, the Nazgul was here, we took a walk with our Nordic Walking sticks along the lake shore, and then there was this.




At first, you could still see the mountains, and the boats at anchor.



Then, as the steamboat for the islands left, so did the mountains. The fog was coming up as if from the soul of the lake, first lying over the water like an icy duvet, then spilling over everything like boiling milk.



And finally, the fog swallowed the boat.



Now for something completely different: Today, I walked all the way to Felix-Dahn-Strasse with my Nordic Walking sticks, and a bit further on to window-shop at a safely closed shop with very enticing wares, and all the way back, without huffing or puffing or hurting of feet.

I think I am well on my way to being restored and can safely leave next Thursday, which I will indeed be allowed to do. Five more nights in this place, and then I go home to my cats.

As for cats, listen to this -- thanks to essayel for the link!

Comments

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Grand pictures. Fog can be very eerie stuff.

[yakalskovich]

Yes, after watching the boat being taken away by the Flying Dutchman swallowed by the mist, the Nazgul and I did hurry back and had a hot latte and chocolate, respectively.