Fog

I've always liked fog. Something quiet about it that appeals to me. Something hidden. This morning it is foggy here in Middleville. As I passed through downtown, the tops of the buidlings were hidden in the clouded air. It is not foggy here often. I remember days back in my old life with an office I could look out my window on the 14th floor and the buidlings less than 6 blocks would not be visible the fog was so thick.

Now as I sit in my little cubicle with a different view, in the distance I can see the outline of the still-bare trees shrouded in soft gray haze. A hidden, magical little piece of the earth.