Misty Morning...

This morning in Portland, a gentle mist has descended... It's warm, but cool... The light is diffused, and the streets smell fresh and green. Pouring my cup of coffee, I'm reminded of the weather when I was in Paris - too long ago, and far too young to truly appreciate what I was experiencing. It's a cozy morning here... Wishing all of you cozy Monday mornings also...

Misty Morning, Albert Bridge (The Pogues)

I dreamt we were standing By the banks of the Thames Where the cold grey waters ripple In the misty morning light Held a match to your cigarette Watched the smoke curl in the mist Your eyes, blue as the ocean between us Smiling at me I awoke alone and lonely In a faraway place The sun fell cold upon my face The cracks in the ceiling spelt hell Turned to the wall Pulled the sheets around my head Tried to sleep, and dream my way Back to you again Count the days Slowly passing by Step on a plane And fly away I’ll see you then As the dawnbirds sing On a cold and misty morning