It's misty this morning. Not enough to be a problem, just enough to have that melancholy isolative beauty which mist can have. The mist obscured the view of the edge of the city from Kingsdown, whereas normally you can see all the way to Dundry hill. Not being able to see it today reminded me that normally I do and brings back, to an extent, that feeling of first sighting somewhere beautiful in the distance from somewhere in itself quite dull.
That and this morning's Kreisler, which - by coincidence, surely, it can't have been planned? - fitted the mood of the weather perfectly.