January 13, 2015
Everybody loves the sound of a foghorn.
Especially people who don't live anywhere near the sea.
I think Carl Sandburg got it wrong, though. This fog doesn't really come in on little cat feet, does it? Our fog is more like the cat that stretches out on your chest, suddenly seems to gain ten pounds, and then refuses to move all night.
But truthfully, there's a bright side hidden in the deep silver mist. For one thing, you can't see the rain. You can truthfully say that you hit every golf ball out of sight. You can say "you're grounded" with real conviction. Your hair may be a curly mess of humid tangles, but by the time anyone is close enough to actually see you, they'll be too distracted by your dewy skin to notice.
And the best part? There's a surprise around every corner.