It was foggy this morning.
No big deal, you might say, but you would be wrong. Where I live this is a big deal. This is not a climate where thick fog is an every year event. In fact, in the past decade this would probably be the second time I can recall seeing fog this dense.
Unaccustomed to having water vapour descend to ground level in cloud fashion, the fog actually scared the wits out of me first thing. I got up, opened the door as I always do, expecting to see the usual virtual dark nothingness, because it was still way before the dawn. But, no, the streetlamps, their tandem globes hanging down, burned through glassy fog sodden air like big staring eyes which, combined with the eerie glow that settled over the area, made me think of the red weed scene in War of the Worlds.
Suddenly I was wide awake, expecting to see monsters slithering through the gloom .. and has anyone seen the film "The Fog".
What, easily suggestible? Me?
This is the fog outside our place in 2003
So, fog is a very rare phenomena here. More frequently we might get a morning mist which is a beautiful sight through the bus window on my way to work with the sun not long risen, the glistening golden glow of it still low on the horizon filtering with a sparkling quality through the wispy shroud that appears to drape the fields, lazily shifting, the heat of the new born day causing it to lift and float, tumbling like playful spirits.
Yes, I'm kind of fortunate, the bus I take into work goes along the scenic route, at least, until we get into the industrial zone but after the first five minutes on the bus I don't get to see a whole lot anyway since by then the iPod is switched on, and the world around me switches off.
The Met Bureau reckons, more of the same tomorrow.
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