Like people going in and out of the blue. Like buildings. Like trees.
Like scenes from my hometown, like childhood it seems to be lost. But at times it will clear the way fogs disperse. To reveal something vivid. Something that was. And it still means happiness. Or it hurts.
My original work - part of the cycle about the fogs of my hometown.
A part of the #fiftywords challenge of @jayna
'The Fogs Of My Hometown' was one of my first posts:
@manoldonchev/the-fogs-of-my-hometown