Fog on a Sunny Day

Weather in the mountains is ever changing. In the midst of a sunny day the fog rolled in, hiding the nearby peaks.

One of my favorite poems by Carl Sandburg:

Fog

The fog comes in on little cat feet.

It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

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