Clouds hover above and fog drifts onto the mountains and meadow.
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
--by Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
Although we have no harbor nearby, occasionally fog drifts low enough to blanket the mountains and valleys with wispy strands of cloud. Sheer beauty! I feel another trip to the mountains in my future.
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