Day 77

To me fog is comforting, it's like a big soft blanket. It has movement almost as if it's living and breathing, it floats in and out at a whim, with just a breath of wind it seems to disappear, then reappear. It can hug the ground, or the tree tops, it will literally roll in off the ocean, one minute you can't see five feet in front of you, the next it's completely gone. It sucks up sounds, cars and trucks are not as loud, the only thing you can hear clearly are the birds, it allows their songs to come through loud and clear. Today the whole area was covered in thick fog, as I walked around I couldn't hear the usual traffic sounds, there were a few people out along the lake but not many, even they seemed to be silent, I think that I would have whispered if I had to speak, I enjoyed being alone even though it was damp and chilly, I didn't mind one bit. As I walked along the lake with all of the big old willow trees standing guard, it was silent, no wind, like being in a cathedral, the trees making the walls and the fog the ceiling. I suggest the next time it's foggy, go outside, breathe deep, and enjoy.

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking over

harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

-Carl Sandburg