Morning Mist

There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day,
The air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain

Robert Hass
Sob, heavy world
Sob as you spin,
Mantled in mist
Remote from the happy.
W.H. Auden
“I happen to dress based on mood.”
“But you essentially wear the same thing all the time.”
“Seemingly, but within that basic framework there are many subtle variations only discernible to an acute observer that reflect the many moods, the many shades, the many sides of George Costanza.”
“And what mood is this?”
“This is morning mist.”
– George and Jerry, in “The Trip” on Seinfeld

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