The fog crept in and out very quietly yesterday morning. I could see it racing across the fields at Stage Fort Park, but could not capture the movement with a mere camera. I’ll leave it to your imagination. Fog shrouded the harbor though and it reminded me of Carl Sandburg’s poem:
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
And that it did.
I am glad I stoppped to watch this miracle.
Good Morning Gloucester 