Gloves Didn’t Help

Love the photos. The title, “Ghosts,” beckoned me in to read.

A WORRIED STUDENT

It is that time of year when if you manage to drag yourself out of bed at a decent time, then your journey to university is usually a crisp and cold one that gradually brightens as you get closer to your destination. The illusion of happiness is therefore created as you finally step through the doors of your library and flop down onto a desk to tackle the thousands of words you have left to write for your course works.

Today was not a crispy clear morning but a foggy one. As I cycled down the road, I couldn’t help but stop to take a few photos. The fog was wonderful and it felt quite unnatural given it was already 9:30 in the morning. The roads however were empty, what remained of the city work force during this Christmas period seemed to have already been hidden away in their toasty…

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