Morning comes and just as you are wishing for bits of misty foggies over the river, this is what waits for you outside:
... But when the hordes clear...
... And the spiders go to bed...
... And after a coffee with a little bit of sugar and cream...
... The fog clears...
... And the world is picturesque again :D
... But when the hordes clear...
... And the spiders go to bed...
... And after a coffee with a little bit of sugar and cream...
... The fog clears...
... And the world is picturesque again :D
