I woke up to a picturesque foggy morning.

That’s nothing uncommon, especially this time of the year. I’ve got numerous photos of foggy mornings.

What’s less common is the fact that the fog never lifted or even thinned. Even in the middle of the day, I could barely see the houses closest to us, and nothing at all of the houses behind them.

In the afternoon the fog got even thicker. I cycled to Vällingby and back for some errands, and kept stopping to take photos. In some places it was like the world ended a hundred metres from me.

When it got dark and street lights turned on, the more distant parts of the world became visible again, but in a rather spooky manner.

How fitting it would have been if today was tomorrow and Halloween.