The Strange Comfort of a Foggy Day
By Saywisely
1 min read
Feb 8, 2025
The world is blurred, the edges soft,
No distant hill, no high aloft.
Just this small room of pearly gray,
To keep the bigger world at bay.
The fog, a blanket, thick and deep,
While all the noisy problems sleep.
There is a comfort in this haze,
In these small, quiet, muffled days.
No distant hill, no high aloft.
Just this small room of pearly gray,
To keep the bigger world at bay.
The fog, a blanket, thick and deep,
While all the noisy problems sleep.
There is a comfort in this haze,
In these small, quiet, muffled days.