Yes, I’m a fog fanatic. My clock radio went off and I heard the announcer warn of fog. I raised the blind and there it was so out I went.
There is a so quiet, enveloping mystery to fog. A damp bench waits to give rest and a moment of contemplation.
I was early enough that they hadn’t yet turned off the campus lights. This one’s at the entrance.
Clouds were nestled in amongst the trees.
