This morning there is a layer of fog sitting on the feild across from my house. It's one of my favorite phenomenons, fog. There's something mysterious and strange about it, the way it comes creeping in from the sea, and I love the way it casts a haze across the landscape, bathing everything in translucent light.
I have a wonderful place to watch the fog - a nice green field across from my house - and my front windows are perfect for observing it in all its various forms. It was already totally encompassing everything when I came downstairs this morning, but what I most enjoy is watching it creep along the ground on a perfectly beautiful day, almost like its mounting a sneak attact. It hugs the grass and moves quietly along in stealth mode until it has totally covered everything. Then, it begins to work its way upward until a few feet or more just hang there, totally obscuring every bush and blade of grass, yet out of the top come trees and fences, seemingly hanging in space. That's my favorite kind of fog. It looks as though you could walk across it from a distance. And then, suddenly, its gone.
I love fog.