A Mysterious Fog Cloaks The Lake

Heavy fog lies calmly over the entire area. Form my balcony I can barely make out the tree limbs that are only six or seven feet away. At the lake, the lamps glow softly in the haze. The fog turns the lake into a fantasy world of make believe and imagination. Visibility is at fifteen feet and beyond that, there are small illuminated points that mark the streetlights lining the city side of the park.

The walkers and joggers this morning were fewer in number. I had fourteen greetings and a few brief conversations. Perhaps the fog make us less certain of whom we are speaking to and brings up the level of caution. Still, the lake was marvelous to experience in its misty gown. The ducks and cranes were slow to venture out onto the surface and clustered on the banks and waters edge drinking, snacking and splashing while they await the warmth of the sun.

The moisture level is just short of being in a suna. The temperature is warm, at seventy-three degrees and the humidity is officially ninety-one percent. The fog prevents the sun's ability to be visible at all. The only indication of sunrise was the billowy white mist was contrasted against a paler and paler gray background. Nature is amazing and brilliantly inventive. As the song says, "What a world, what a life, I'm in love."