Fog

It's been cold today, the fog never lifted and where the weak sun didn't even get a chance to penetrate, the frost stayed on the ground and wrapped around the twigs and fronds of greenery. Just the right weather for an office party.

Or a funeral.

As the bus slowly whisked me to work this morning, we passed an empty funeral hearse, of the horse drawn type going in the opposite direction. Two undertakers in Victoriana garb sitting on top, black horses with black plumes, the long white plush pad where the coffin would rest. All a stark picture in black and white against the black skeleton of trees and the enveloping mist. Normally I think they are naff but today it made perfect sense.