Robert (gurdonark) wrote,
Robert
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fog of joy

Today the ice gave way to a deep, enveloping fog. "Freezing fog", they called it on WRR 101, the classical station, before they began playing something by Rimsky-Korsakov. I drove on my way to work over to the Bethany Lakes Park, and pulled out my cheap digicam.

Ducks on a January Texas Lake

By the time I arrived at work, the fog began to lift, and by lunch time things were warm, You'd never imagine, if you joined me on my walk to get a turkey sandwich, that Tuesday night an ice storm raged, or that this morning the world was wrapped in fog. You'd imagine instead that those cute birds singing had reasons for joy, and that all is right with this particular small corner of the world.
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