When I stepped out the door though, I was surprised by the fog.
The fog wraps the streets like a blanket, muffling the noise. It feels eerie, and the person lumbering down the street could be your neighbor or ... anyone. But, it's usually the same people that I see on my runs when it's not foggy.
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That was very early! No fog here beautiful clear and sunny!
I love that time of day. Too bad I never see it!
Reminds me of a short little poem by Carl Sandburg, one of my favorite poets. It is appropriately titled, Fog.
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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