The fog comes/on little cat feet/It sits looking/over harbor and city/on silent haunches/and then moves on. Carl Sandberg Fog 1916
I love this image that Sandberg creates of fog coming on “little cat feet”. Fog blanketed parts of our area this morning, creating an ethereal ride to work. It may sound strange – but I love a foggy morning. Everything is softened by the haze of the fog and somehow even the ordinary places I pass every morning are made extraordinary by the mist.
The beans are turning brown and the farmers are starting to harvest; fall is in the air. This is my favorite time of year. The colors of the leaves, the change to cooler air, and of course the fog all somehow feel envigorating.
Happy foggy Thursday!