… when cloudy was the weather.
With the lyrics of this beautiful Steeleye Span song floating around in my head, I went for an early morning walk.
The weather was just right for what I had in mind. The mist stopped the scenic right where I wanted it to stop, less than 50 m away from where I was.
I haven’t met the withered old man clothed all in leather with a cap beneath his chin.
I haven’t met Dolly either.
I was all by myself, surrounded by nothing but my thoughts and a very intimate landscape.