I was up at 3:30am listening to thunder and lightening cracking like a whip over the city and a deluge of rain pounding the windows. What a beautiful time to be awake. I just laid there with my thoughts and let the rain lull me back to sleep. When I crawled out of bed at 6:30am, I was met with a blanket of grey outside. The air was dense, almost like you could swallow it when you breathe. The taste of fog is palpable today.
FOG
By Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
