This morning was foggy and grey. My train journey to work inspired the poem below.
Harbour in shades of grey The fog had rolled in as the night rolled on When we emerged from our sleep we found Hills shrouded in mystery And a Harbour daring not to breathe Everything felt suspended in time that moment Between the turning of the tide. The surface of the water a deep silver soft, barely rippling. The sky so close to us I could imagine that we lived amongst the gods Worlds merging As we traveled deeper into the grey.