Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet
Its sits looking
over the habor and city
on slient haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg
Even as a child, I loved foggy days.
Looking out into that grey misty world,
seeing the sharp edges of everyday things, softened & blur
that was (and still is) comforting and peaceful to me.
Pictures taken September 17, 2012 - 7:20am
and by 8:30am the fog had moved on . . .
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