This morning was the first foggy morning of many that we’ll have this winter in SW Florida.
I love this kind of morning. Although the flow of traffic - trucks, cars and school buses are the same as any weekday morning, the fog seems to dampen the sound somehow. It is mystically quiet. Like being inside a dream that you can barely recall when awake.
In one way, it is like the first soft snow of winter. That too seems to dampen sound, making the world a grey/white blur of quiet, like a Monet painting. Only the impression of the trees and houses penetrate the fog. Sharp lines are blurred and softened, like the softened sounds all around.
Don’t get the idea I want to experience winter and snow again. No way!! Memories are enough. I tell folks that if I want to see snow, I’ll buy a picture calendar.
P.S. the photo is not SW Florida, but was taken in Missouri last summer, but it's pretty isn't it?~Pam