The road stretched into the unknown,
It was foggy, so I felt strangely disconnected,
In odd places, someone had erected
A white picket fence,
But only a yard or two long,
So it ended almost before it began,
It added to the sense of uncertainty,
Yet one thing kept me driving,
The welcoming pink blossoms
Above my head.
© Text Caro Ness 2016
Image twicsy.com
For me it has always been walking along the seashore in early morning in the fog with the gentle mist brushing against my face, the sea clapping as it meets the shore and the lonely cry of a seagull………..
Lovely images you call to mind William! I am a landscape not seascape person.