On these cold days, lost in what seems an endless fog, I search for warmth and some kind of comfort and well - being :)
But on the other hand I love the mist, even if it crawls into your bones with a cold creepy touch, and times and times before I've chased to get a glimpse of it
http://klaudiakrueger.blogspot.com/2008/03/pe-vreme-de-ceatza.html
Yet somehow, this one from last week, dense and blinding that lasted that entire day moved me in another manner. Perhaps not as creative as those in the link but it's not like I could have done that over again... is it?
I'll drink more than a warm cup of tea to that day :) It was a challenge to me :P
