Taken on the 1st day of the new year - "Silently the mist is rising, wreathing pale and icily;
Creeping furtive, through the Levels; stirring ancient memories.
Drifting ghostly, round the willows... meadows fading out of sight"
I understand those sentiments. We were out until 3am, ate too much, drank too much and yes, like you, slept very badly and not enough! Remedy? For me, a jog. Regardless of how little I felt like it, it always works a treat - once you're back home, of course! Have a wonderful New Year!
Creeping furtive, through the Levels; stirring ancient memories.
Drifting ghostly, round the willows... meadows fading out of sight"
I took this while half asleep, just out of bed. Ran out in my robe and slippers to capture this foggy scene out front?