Well, our forest fire fog didn't come on little cat feet and wasn't the fog I loved as a kid. It was always so exciting in the autumn to wake up to a foggy day with the leaves turning and the excitement of Halloween looming.
It's nice to see a bit of brightness today and hope it will get even better as the day goes on rather than worse as what happened yesterday.
I always loved this poem.
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
