Fog so thick we could make up the scenery we couldn’t see.

Appealing in a way, what was there a day ago was forgotten while we created a new and mysterious view.

We were in the mountains, or in a valley surrounded by them.

We were on a river bank watching silvery fish leap in the air trying to be noticed.

We were on the edge of a strangely forbidding forest. The forbidden forest.

We were on a tiny island, ten steps to the sea and nowhere without a sea view.

We were surprised by the sudden crack of realization that we never created a city view.

Shame.