Yesterday morning the fog was so thick I could barely see my car when I walked out the back door to head to the gym. From inside the gym it looked as though the windows were frosted and I had to squint to discern the faint outline of the house across the street. By the time I left the gym it had already started to dissipate and it slowly disappeared over the next 30 minutes or so. 
Fog is fascinating because of the different forms it takes - from the curling, swirling fingers that creep across the empty farm fields and then float above the ground to the all-encompassing masses that cover everything in its path. It's one of the great phenomenons of nature that intrigues and delights, as long as one doesn't have to make a trip in it! It's by far one of the most frightening things to drive through.
When we were young the fog was much more common here because we were surrounded by farm fields and our mornings saw regular visits from the ocean mists. As in all seaside communities it was a regular visitor and we knew it well. It appears less often now in its overwhelming form and most sightings are in the early morning when it creeps and crawls over the open lawns.
My children used to love to stand on the couch in our living room and watch it when it filled the empty field across from our house. One day my daughter, then about three-years-old, declared "Look Mommy! It's froggy out there!" As so often happens, our children make memories for us that never fade and since that day it never fails to ring in my head when I wake up to see fog. "Look Mommy! It's froggy out there!" I love the fog.
Fog is fascinating because of the different forms it takes - from the curling, swirling fingers that creep across the empty farm fields and then float above the ground to the all-encompassing masses that cover everything in its path. It's one of the great phenomenons of nature that intrigues and delights, as long as one doesn't have to make a trip in it! It's by far one of the most frightening things to drive through.
When we were young the fog was much more common here because we were surrounded by farm fields and our mornings saw regular visits from the ocean mists. As in all seaside communities it was a regular visitor and we knew it well. It appears less often now in its overwhelming form and most sightings are in the early morning when it creeps and crawls over the open lawns.
My children used to love to stand on the couch in our living room and watch it when it filled the empty field across from our house. One day my daughter, then about three-years-old, declared "Look Mommy! It's froggy out there!" As so often happens, our children make memories for us that never fade and since that day it never fails to ring in my head when I wake up to see fog. "Look Mommy! It's froggy out there!" I love the fog.
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