The fog comes
on little cat feet.It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg
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The fog comes
on little cat feet.It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg
To see more of this week’s challenge, click here.
I’ve always loved the fog; how it gives a surreal feeling to everything, as though you were in some nether world; how it seems to shrink the world around you. I guess I’d better qualify that my remark about loving the fog though. I love the fog, except when I have to drive in it. I once had to drive 30 miles in fog so thick I had to navigate by the white stripe on the side of the road. Not fun at all. Terrifying actually.