Fog. Help! Days and days without sun are difficult.
I can imagine the sun's return.
Imaginings are vital to survival.
This stray, from way back before and around when I moved here.
It was grey and foggy and strange and I was confused.
I'm going to work on this one while I figure out how. I have called this one Change is in the Air and Season will Change You. But I think, Sempathy for the Season, well I don't know. Not knowing enables imaginings.
I am not sure about those ears, although they do say Listen Up.
