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.
I'm a reading specialist from Chicago, now living in the beauty of the Roosevelt National Forest in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. My first book "Aliana Reaches for the Moon" is about a creative, curious, kind and messy girl who loves science and her very patient parents. I'm currently writing a YA novel about a family broken apart by a secret and a misunderstanding. Future books in the Aliana series will include dealing with forest fires, learning about clouds and animal habitats. View more posts
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Lovely.
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Thank you. 😊
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