Richmond

it was early morning, and fog had formed over the Thames. The soft light of lamp posts melting the edges of everything around. The air was cold and still, a quiet moment by the Richmond bridge. It was a very much London scene I remember as one of old move I have seen in a past long time ago. A silhouette of man with his dog fading into fog. Perhaps it had always been this way, the town unfolding in winter's cold early morning.