I love the fog, it is so much a part of our lives here. It rises off the streams and lakes in spring and summer in the early mornings.It makes me wait for the sun to shine pure and strong.
It creeps across the land in the fall and winter so dense and thick that you are unable to see the hand in front of your face. It makes you believe in the images created in movies where all the mysteries of life are hiding in the fog. It swallows things whole leaving just a shadow of an image for you to see.
It dances and hides on mountain tops not ready to leave when the sun says it is time to rise from the ground and head home to the sky.
It reaches out to you and blankets you with it misty curtain of silence….. leaving you in a world of imagination.