Foggy Thoughts

The fog rolls down passing me by. This tail of cloud that flows around the southerly flank of the Twin Peaks is quietly beautiful and I wonder how much longer I'll notice such things if I keep living here. I have to figure out what I'm to have for dinner and I feel at loose ends. I think the few people I know in this city are off to Scotland for the next week or two so there will be no help in deciding a direction by having someone to meet up with. What I suppose I should try to discover is if there are any book groups or something like that meeting on an evening this week, though I suppose that does not help me this evening. The fog rolls on and I feel lost.