Disappearing act

The horizon has disappeared.

A few weeks ago, I woke up to this enchanting scenery and it reminded me of Maurice Carême’s poem that beautifully describes the phenomenon.

[original version in French]
Le brouillard a tout mis
Dans son sac de coton
Le brouillard a tout pris
Autour de ma maison
Plus de fleur[s] au jardin,
Plus d’arbre[s] …

[my translation]
The fog has put everything
In his cotton bag
The fog has taken everything
Around my house
No more flowers in the garden,
No more trees …

I love the faded background that gives the scene a mysterious vibe.

It seems like I am at the end of the world!

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