| Fog |
| THE fog comes | |
| on little cat feet. | |
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| It sits looking | |
| over harbor and city | |
| on silent haunches | |
| and then moves on. | |
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| This fog did NOT come in on little cat feet! |
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I have been in thick fog before. But I haven't ever been in fog that came in clumps. It would crouch in a low spot in the road, or hover over a stream or pond and then drift like a balloon over the road or like a shroud to envelop a house or bush. It was eerie AND rather magical.
This morning we had blasts of wind and buckets of rain. The air is
colder, clearer and all of the snow got washed away. We are supposed to have more tomorrow.
Crazy. Weather.
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