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.