My my, what a trying month so far. Piles upon piles of homework threaten to drown me and the grey slush pouring from the heavens seems to have the same plan in mind.
The only way to get through it is to try harder to find joy in the little things. The other day I was walking home from uni, feeling tired and hungry, feeling like I'd already had enough of the day. Then I looked up and noticed this view.
There's something magical about lights in the mist, isn't there? Something mysterious and fairytale-like?
After seeing this view and pausing to let my thoughts get lost in the mist for a moment, the day didn't seem so bad anymore.