Winter just doesn't seem to want to arrive. There's a little something white and soft and wet on the ground that someone might call snow. On small lakes and ponds and deep in the inner sea bays there's a bit of something far too soft to be called ice, yet it's not quite open water either, and it definitely doesn't carry a human. It rains a lot and it comes in a liquid form. And it's December for ^!&#ks sake!

Today it was misty. And the birds, somewhere in the mist all wet and dark beacuse of the lack of light. A day of wet crows and flocks of gulls flying to feed on garbage on a dump.