Gone, but not forgotten

The sun was missing Saturday morning.

It wasn’t that it was cold. It was a balmy 70°F. It wasn’t raining, it wasn’t snowing – it’s Florida, after all. The sun was simply gone.

A grey cloud of fog seemed to engulf the world, shutting out light and sound.

It was as if the birds knew the sun was asleep, so they didn’t sing. The wind was still, and the leaves lay on the ground without rustling. Only the surf was bold enough to continue its crashing, but even it was muted to a soft rumble.

The sun was missing Saturday morning.

foggy bayou

foggy field

foggy hill

foggy lake

foggy boardwalk

foggy dunes

foggy beach

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Submitted to Weekly Photo Challenge: “…show us what ‘gone, but not forgotten’ means to you.”
Unknown Mami
Submitted to Unknown Mami’s Sundays in My City