Fog

Fog

It has been an interesting winter. All things normal for weather of course but, all things have appeared.

Today it is foggy.

I miss the sound of fog horns from my childhood.

Those days and nights when the fog was so thick you couldn't see across the street.

That haunting sound from Lake Michigan that warned you to wear something to keep you dry.

O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.

William Cowper (1731 - 1800), Task (bk. IV, l. 120)