I know, I know, I know, when you leave work early because you're really not over the flu, you're supposed to come inside and rest. I know that, but the fog, there is so much fog, and it's 57 degrees outside and I just had to go to the park. I simply couldn't live with myself if I hadn't (she said dramatically). Besides, I missed a phenomenal winter camping trip over the weekend on account of this wretched flu, so I think it's okay that I was out walking in the park, 'cause I was all bundled up and carrying an umbrella (in truth it was to keep the camera dry, but don't tell anyone).
Now I'm sitting on my porch under a feather comforter posting some pretty great pictures for you and watching rivulets of water run down the window panes.
Just so you know, that's not rain, that's how foggy it is outside. Everything is soaking wet and dripping because of the fog and you know what? For once I'm not coughing. All that mist must have helped with the respiration issues too. The moisture certainly put the curls back in my hair. Alright, enough talking, it will just make me start coughing again. Here's what you came for...Shades of Grey:
Pretty cool, huh?