robinbloke (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
robinbloke) wrote2003-09-11 09:22 am
robinbloke) wrote2003-09-11 09:22 am
Bitter Suite
Driving this morning through a sea of nothingness, mist all around me reminded me of these lyrics...
The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen.
Back 'in the days' when I worked in Cumbria there would be mornings when I'd wake up and the nearby village would be lost under a sea of mist, a vast cloud of nothingness obscuring everything below it.
The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen.
Back 'in the days' when I worked in Cumbria there would be mornings when I'd wake up and the nearby village would be lost under a sea of mist, a vast cloud of nothingness obscuring everything below it.