I think the only place I really enjoy the mist is when it hits London. I think it is cause this is the way I imagined London to be every day. Luckily it isn't every day and this may be why I apriciate it the few times it happens. This morning on my drive to school I had to stop and take some pictures in Victoria Park. It seemed that almost everything around me had disappeared.
Then later on my way I encountered this amazing birdhouse city that someone hang in a tree. I never noticed it before. Probably because it is only now since I moved that the leaves are truly gone from the trees.
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