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Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Fog

View from my desk at work

Last night was full of the first heat lightning, then rain tumbling on the roof.  This morning, everything is foggy.  When I lived on Chincoteague Island, we never had snow days -- we would have fog days instead.  Two hour delays because the causeway that connected the island to the mainland was nothing but white, a blanket of quiet.  You could drive right over the edge, I guess, if you didn't know the turns.  Of course, you get to know the one road that leads you in and out pretty well.  Although I hear they've changed it now.  It's a whole new bridge, snaking into a new part of Main Street.  But I'm sure there's still that fog that settles down over everything.  When I drive through dense fog like that now, I think, I could be there now, and it would look the same.  Sometimes a road in one place can feel like a road anywhere else if you tilt your mind a little.  Quick, before it burns away.

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