Clouds hanging low.
Feb. 13th, 2008 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
franceslievens"The city's gone," P. announced this morning while I was still dozing in bed*.
With fog as thick as pea soup there wasn't much visible of the landmarks we usually see from our window: no hôtel de ville, no royal palace, no European Union. They were all blotted out, like letters under a layer of white-out.
An erased city, means a disappeared school. "Can I stay in bed, because the school isn't there?" I ask. But quickly reason takes over, and I get up to another day of teaching.
*I seem to be having this sleeping problem where I wake up in the middle of the night thinking I have to get up in a minute or so. When I do have to get up, I'm too tired and try to stay in bed as long as possible.
With fog as thick as pea soup there wasn't much visible of the landmarks we usually see from our window: no hôtel de ville, no royal palace, no European Union. They were all blotted out, like letters under a layer of white-out.
An erased city, means a disappeared school. "Can I stay in bed, because the school isn't there?" I ask. But quickly reason takes over, and I get up to another day of teaching.
*I seem to be having this sleeping problem where I wake up in the middle of the night thinking I have to get up in a minute or so. When I do have to get up, I'm too tired and try to stay in bed as long as possible.
