It’s cool. Fog is such an interesting presence. It can be eerie and foreboding. Think Scooby Doo where a good fog cues in the ne’er-do-well ghost every time. Or it can be achingly beautiful in its peaceful quietness, laying out a simple landscape through which to drift unfettered,
and I do like my drifting unfettered.
Looks like someone else is doing some unfettered drifting…hey cat, let’s get back to the barn. It’s dinner time: