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lambs in the fog

Am Samstag morgen um 4.53 Uhr war das Lamm umstellt. Kurz nach 5 Uhr war er am zweiten Stock angekommen, vorher war er schon unaufhaltbar; in einer WG fand gerade eine Geburtstagsfeier statt. Die Mehrheit der Gäste der Geburtstagsfeier war noch zu klaren Worten im Stande und begann in ähnlicher Geschwindigkeit, sich über ihn zu echauffieren: Der Nebel.

Nebel am Highway No 1, nördlich von San Luis Obispo.

Manchmal ist das auf Feiern so, dass man unter all dem Smalltalk, dem Lachen und den subtilen Blicken sich entfernt und eine innere Distanz gewinnt. Ich stell mir dann immer vor, wie ich mit etwas Fusel in der Hand da stehe und dumm durch die Wand ziellos blicke. Dann sieht man die Gespräche, das Schmunzeln und die Augen, die die Zwischenmenschlichkeit scannen. Und alles wird zu einem System, so wie ein Kastanienmännchen, dass durch the area then tumbles and it shows from the outside, and then one senses, where it rolls out.

rolled it out in the fall to curse the fog, the August and throughout the summer. I think that of course all this is completely legitimate. But I can change anything! Therefore I now breaking a lance for the fog. The fog is when you think something actually one of the most pleasant (weather) conditions: He'll whip it into your face, it envelops you. It burns up but are not you cool. He's not your clothes soaking wet, but the only soft sweaters. He does not even punching ball with the feelings and mood, as is the case with low-or high-pressure areas. The fog, by contrast, feel like:

I, gondola, Tannheim to see anything.

• autumn hikes as early as Sunday afternoons could still be good
• hot chocolate in town centers
• Lord of the Rings movie nights
• Dagobah
• skiing
• From the top of the fog

see So me at any rate, at first thought.

falls in fog am always thinking, as I said in my first own apartment my own first coffee with milk from a large boule in the window of the third floor I enjoyed sitting while including the tinny commuter line from Landsberg from the bridge up to Caroline Schongauer triangle pushed quite slowly, and crawling. Sun clock around 6:30, when the sun first glance released to the sea of \u200b\u200bfog, of course that was completely quiet, but by the Lechstaustufe just yet accompanied the morning. The play was then half an hour and then disappeared as quickly as it came.

And that has always been good and because I never had a car accident in the fog, but only because I was in broad daylight to own scatterbrained, so I really like the fog always happy.