A busy day once again. I commuted by bus, and did a little bit of walking when going to a meeting. Not much exercise today.
In the bus I read The Sherlockian by Graham Moore, in a Finnish translation, and finished the novel this evening. Moore tells a rather nice story about detective fiction, and fans of detective fiction, and authors of fictional characters, and there of course is a story about solving crimes, fictional of course. One of the characters in the novel is Bram Stoker; the fog in the above photographs is a fitting coincidence.
(Posting title is from the poem The Flight by Grace Schulman.)