|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.