Last post of 2018 (?)

Moi je cherche le moyen de capituler sans me taire - tout à fait.

Samuel Beckett

Mild and humid southwestern breeze, sky overcast. Hazy to the point of making the horizon invisible, which made this last expedition of 2018 all the more melancholic (hence the desperate, paltry question mark in the title). The first hazy morning of summer, and the last.
O for the fogs of autumn!

Next summer.

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