Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Fog Cutter

Man, was it foggy out this morning when I took the dog for a walk.

How foggy was it?

It was so foggy that when we walked past a clump of trees, the condensation dripping off the branches sounded like an approaching thundershower. I like the fog. It gives the morning some character, adds a little mystery to the banal chore of picking up canine feces with a plastic bag-encased hand. I'm glad I don't have to drive in it, and it makes the school bus late, but I like the fog.

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