I like fog!
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
--- Carl Sandburg
"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Quiet and Misty
It's been really foggy and misty at night lately, and IT'S AWESOME!!!! Not the clammy, cold kind of fog, either. Smoke from chimneys gives it all a warm, cozy feeling., and the empty streets and hazy streelights are so mysterious and alluring.
I like fog!
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
--- Carl Sandburg
I like fog!
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
--- Carl Sandburg
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