On a foggy morning

i am learning to love how the tall buildings cut through the early morning fog to come into existence. the fog is good for the squalor- it somehow, makes it look less crowded.
i'm also learning to love the blueness of the kathmandu sky on lazy saturday afternoons, and sprinting through the streets like i was in a hurry to get somewhere.
but it's sunday morning again and am wondering why you leave this hollow in the spaces around me.