Foggy Morn

The fog rolled in this morning—sometime between when I fed Melody and the yard cats at 8 and when I fed the dogs at 9:15.

I found little Ruby Sherwood, who'd earlier been cavorting around with a dog from down the road, huddled and shivering on the front porch.

The little oak in front of the sidwalk was visible but not the road, field, or woods beyond it.

Same for the other trees:

A spiderweb in the evergreen was silvered with dew.

Other spiderwebs adorned the same tree:

Beyond the pasture was whiteness.

Later the fog lifted.

October's bright blue weather soon returned and my world was visible again.

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