Foggy Monday

Mondays are often Hell for me, but even Hellish Mondays can have their appeal. I woke up dreadfully early as usual, when it was still dark outside, but there was a ghostly fog that gave the surrounding and eerie feel. The rest of the day was clear, but on the way back, the fog got back and the view on the train was simply stunning, with the fog blurring light and darkness. I spent the journey back staring outside the window. The words fail me to describe how beautiful it was. I wish I had a camera with me.

Anyway, I will not have to endure the commuting for much longer: I have learned today that my contract for my Monday job will end in mid-term. I couldn't care less when I got the news, as it is not bringing me much, the commuting was getting on me and I was fed up feeling invisible. Then the pupils were angels with me today, even if they didn't know, so it make me feel less eager to leave. When I saw the fog on the way back, I almost thought I would miss commuting too.