Prof..nothing beats sitting on your balcony with some coffee, some fresh pastry, and a pitcher of mimosa's...while you look out at the harbor...maybe with Van Morrison's “ Into Mystic” playing in the background...as you read the paper and rub feet with your special someone....try that on Sunday....and you will be glad you did.
trooper...well maybe some ravel or satie...and that morning fog, if it doesn't lift which unfortunately it will is about 100 times more glorious at night with the hint of lights.
hdhouse...yes that would be fine...but there is nothing like a lazy over cast morning with the vast expanse of sloth and indolence looming in front of you for the rest of the weekend...ah good times.
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I'll bet Houston's is still worse than NY's.
Awakened by foghorns?
Bummer.
Still, that’s better than being awakened by Senator Beauregard Claghorn.
And that link gives me an idea. Maybe today’s a nice day for a picnic on the beach.
Galvanized, I like that recent addition to your avatar.
Thanks, bissage :) You mean that cute little kid, right? He's my apple!
Prof..nothing beats sitting on your balcony with some coffee, some fresh pastry, and a pitcher of mimosa's...while you look out at the harbor...maybe with Van Morrison's “ Into Mystic” playing in the background...as you read the paper and rub feet with your special someone....try that on Sunday....and you will be glad you did.
The fog horn is at the airport. It guides the planes in.
trooper...well maybe some ravel or satie...and that morning fog, if it doesn't lift which unfortunately it will is about 100 times more glorious at night with the hint of lights.
hdhouse...yes that would be fine...but there is nothing like a lazy over cast morning with the vast expanse of sloth and indolence looming in front of you for the rest of the weekend...ah good times.
The fog rolls in
On little cats feet
Those are the only lines I remember. :^(
Ripic, there's really not much more to it.
THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
-Carl Sandburg
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