No school today – it’s Fall Break (which once upon a time, I kid you not, was called “The Deer Hunt”). So I slept in until it was almost time for the sun to come up (Seven! Yea!) and looked out the window to find thick, white, heavy fog. The streetlight couldn’t even cut a triangle through it. Fuzzy light just hovered like a ball from the lamp and from porch lights. A few minutes later, light from the sunrise tried to clear things up, but not only could I not see the mountains, I couldn’t see the house across the street (just the hovering porch light) or the trees next door. I sent Husband off to work with his very favorite words (the ones that start with “be” and end with “ful” and have a “care” in the middle). He told me not to worry, because he has fog lights. Right. So, hurry along, then.
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I like this. I hope it's foggy again for you tomorrow!
I like this. I hope it's foggy again for you tomorrow!
What a gorgeous analogy!
What a gorgeous analogy!