The fog came in....

“The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.”
------ Carl Sandburg

The rain that had lulled me to sleep Thursday night was still falling when I awoke yesterday morning. I could tell even from behind the drawn curtains that it was again a dreary day. Later in the morning as is my usual daily custom I went to my sunroom to check on my email and blogging friends. I sat at my craft table and occasionally glanced out at the overcast day and the droplets of rain hanging on the branches. And then it came – the fog. I live on five acres of land and the river is just past that behind me. Usually I see the fog come up behind my neighbor’s house and recede. Today it came through the woods and into the yard. Just as in Sandburg’s poem it was silent and it came in fast. I’ve been trying to train my eye to see the “pictures” I should try to capture with my camera. Even though it was still early for me I guess my brain was fully engaged. I grabbed my camera and stepped out on the deck to click a couple of photos in the hopes that at least one would be good. In only moments the elusive fog that had hovered silently was gone – just as silently as it had come in.