I love foggy days.
The picture is the view from my balcony one foggy morning.
This time of year there are many such mornings.
Some people don’t like fog.
They think it is eerie and kind of frightening.
I am thankful for the fog.
It is like God puts a veil over the city for a while
hiding the hardness and harshness of it.
I think it is beautiful and kind of enchanting.
There is mystery about it
and yet I find it oddly comforting.
I like the quiet of a fog
and the feel of it on my skin.
I believe fog is a blessing
too easily overlooked and taken for granted.
Today, I think maybe I like the fog because it comes on little cat feet.
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.