mist city

oh come on... we get it, it's april, it's cruel, bright one second and sopping wet the next. spring exuberance, spring uncertainty, growth, struggle, victory, still-birth. the sky is the same shade of grey whether its bedtime, lunch or tube-time. the big yellow crane outside the window catches the corner of my eye every few minutes and i turn to see of the sun came out. we get it, it's england, it's april, it's supposed to be like this. but what's with all the mist? it's like dementors are mating or something.

(at least someone is.)