A "Little Cat Feet" Situation

Daily fog happens in places like Oregon or England or Boston harbor (where the fog comes in on little cat feet and sits quietly looking over the harbor and then is gone--Robert Frost.). Right? And, of late, in 65%-of-the-days-sunny Kansas. Read about it here.

With only one exception in the past eight days, mornings have arrived with dense fog advisories. Ditto for today, and looking ahead, for tomorrow. This many foggy days in a row hardly ever happens here--never since at least 1969. In 2003, there were seven such days, and in 1983, there were six. We are SO on track to shatter the 40-year-old records in 2010. Dubious distinction, I know.

Fog feels magical, if I'm not thinking of people driving anywhere in it. If the temperature is below freezing and the air is moist, hoar frost forms. Who hasn't been awed by the beauty of white-crystal etchings outlining or "plating" every exposed surface? I like the aura of mystery--disembodied sounds everywhere, transported from distant places by the moisture in the air--the trains going through Partridge three miles away, the semis on US 50 two miles away, the neighbor leaving home to go to work. Nearby I hear the sheep stirring in their fiberglass hutch, the goats in the big block-constructed, otherwise-empty hog barn, the birds murmuring in the trees. There's usually no wind when we have fog--another piece of the magic in this breezy place.

But still, enough is enough, and I'm already looking forward to the return of sunny winter mornings.