It has been rather foggy the past few mornings and that gives me a delightful little chill. The fall is coming and the cool air, too.
If you follow this blog then you may know that I love Carl Sandburg. Here’s a poem by him that sums up my recent feelings about the oncoming season.
“Fog” by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
