A Valley of Fog

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Hubby and I left in the early morning hours a couple of weeks ago to spend Christmas at our daughter's home. We cross a couple of mountains at a fairly high elevation. As we topped one of those mountains and started down the other side on an overcast day this was the scene we came upon.
I can't see fog and not begin reciting Carl Sandburg's poem I learned years ago in Jr. High School.

"The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on."

As you can see it also sits below the mountains and engulfs the valleys before rising to the sky and fading away.

Linking to Skywatch.