I love fog. It's eerie and beautiful at the same time. It hides and reveals, and swirls around like a living being, hovers and lifts. The sun peeks through a little at a time, then burns a hole in the fog that gets bigger and bigger until there's no fog left.
Even with all the beauty, there's an edge of danger. Two instances come to mind. The first was many years ago in Illinois and Wisconsin. We had driven to Illinois for an ordination and were on our way back to Nashotah House. The fog was so thick we could barely see a few feet in front of the car. It was a pretty intense trip. The second was a few years ago on I-4 and, thank goodness, I only have second-hand knowledge of it. There was a controlled burn and thick fog that caused a multi-vehicle pile-up that closed I-4 for a couple of days.
Beautiful, dangerous, mysterious...
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