I am back to work after dealing with an illness all last week.
I tell you what, it’s good to be back in the saddle again! I missed you guys!
I also missed getting a chance to write my blog for you last week, but that was last week, and here we go with this week’s version.
Between the illness, the medications and the exhaustion, I felt like I was in a fog much of the time.
And that got me thinking.
Over the years, I’ve encountered a lot of different types of weather in different parts of the country (you name it, I’ve probably encountered it), but perhaps one I don’t often mention as being interesting is fog.
Now, granted, this is essentially a cloud on the ground in many cases, but there are different ways that fog forms. I’m not here to bore you with those different ways, but just wanted to say I think fog is pretty nifty…so long as you don’t have to drive in it. Man I hate driving in dense fog.
I’ve seen very warm, thick, yucky fog in Florida and Georgia.
I’ve also seen very cool, wind-whipped, awesome fog in Wyoming and Colorado and elsewhere.
I’ve seen sea fog…and ice fog.
The bottom line is I like it, as long as it’s not warm out…and as long as it’s not too thick when I’m behind the wheel.
My final thoughts on it are below…in poem form:
wispy licks of mist
mask my windshield
streetlights kaleidoscope the droplets
streaky sweep of the glass
washes the speckles away
but the encore is swiftly seen
clouds bend down for a closer look
contemplating a walk along the streets
wind whispers with moist breath
it tickles my brain