Anytime there was a thick fog when I was young I could hardly wait to climb out of my bedroom window onto the extension roof at the back of our house and strip naked. The feeling was just as described in this caption. Happy times.
Fog is definitely its own clothing. If it was foggy all the time I would take off my boxers and walk around the trails by my house as completely naked as she is! Maybe we’d even run into each other and share naked fog stories!
This was my attempt at a poem. I didn’t know whether it would work but I am happy to see it seems to have been well received.
Anytime there was a thick fog when I was young I could hardly wait to climb out of my bedroom window onto the extension roof at the back of our house and strip naked. The feeling was just as described in this caption. Happy times.
Fog is definitely its own clothing. If it was foggy all the time I would take off my boxers and walk around the trails by my house as completely naked as she is! Maybe we’d even run into each other and share naked fog stories!