In the Fog

Strange, to wander in the fog.
Each bush and stone stands alone,
No tree sees the next one,
Each is alone.

Hermann Hesse

These are the first lines of one of the most well known poems in German:

Im Nebel

Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern!
Einsam ist jeder Busch und Stein,
Kein Baum sieht den anderen,
Jeder ist allein.

But since I started this, at least partly, I give you my very own poem limerick:

There once was a lady who liked to blog,
Who was out taking photos, stumbling through fog.
She kept shouting crossly: “Who had this idiotic idea?”
And even more loudly: “What the fog am I doing here?”
“I’d rather be home with my sweetheart and snog.”

Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge: Misty Memories.

PS: The title of my post is an English/German wordplay.  German “Mist” literally means manure in English but it is a widely used expletive when other words seem too strong.