The weather forecast for the past couple of days has been completely off the mark, having called for mostly sunny skies. Well it has been grey and foggy four days in a row, the cold and damp air pressing down upon you the instant you ventured outside. As I strolled along the river the other afternoon, everything was shrouded in mist; the tendrils of fog were streaming up and away from the water’s surface, as though conjured by some unseen hand. The fog seemed to envelope you and somehow insulated and amplified at the same instance. The cold seemed somehow colder and the colours – at least those that were able to penetrate the mist – seemed richer, with a greater depth. The UFO-like structure of the Nový Most when seen from a distance seemed to have disappeared in the shroud of fog. As you approached the bridge the upper most structure loomed out of its ephemeral veil, reaffirming its presence. The calls of the gulls seemed to have an eerie tone and in addition to the water lapping against the boats moored by the river’s shore, it all seemed to emit a strange soundtrack for the afternoon’s amble.
Enjoy the journey!!!!