Its like a bridge to a different world, not as severe as snow is, but it completely transforms the landscape. The pace, the mood, the textures, the colours -everything changes. It turns simple street lights into big sheets of glow. People appear and disappear around you. And you sink deeper into the collar of your coat. Nothing that happens does not feel completely cinematic. Instantly you are the Third Man.
I would definitely enter negotiations at trading the sun in for fog
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