Currently 51 degrees with a WSW wind of 2 mph. Feels like 51, Dew Point, 51, Humidity 100%, Barometer 29.67, Visibility 1.5 mi, Sunrise  7:21 am, Sunset 5:28 pm. Foggy. 80% chance of rain, possible thunderstorms, high mid 50s. SW winds 5 – 10 mph becoming W.

Cloudy tonight with a 50% chance of showers and thunderstorms. Low upper 30s. N W winds 5 – 10 mph.

Wrapped in the warm fuzz of fog this morning. Okay, so granted, I’m not going anywhere. In which case, the fog is my friend. Here I sit all cozy and secure with the fog swirling around in a soft layer of quiet. Why do I like the fog so much?

If I had to be out and about in this thick layer of basically low-lying cloud, would I be so enthralled with it? No. You and I both know I would not. I’ve had to be out there in the past driving in fog so thick you had to get almost under a traffic light to see what color it was. Not good. Not good in the least. But for me now, when I don’t have to do anything but watch the fog through the windows, or venture out far enough to try and catch a good picture, it’s an entirely different story.  A story I love being a part of.

This chapter, this page, this day, is heavily laden with the soft gray tangled yarn of warm air, struggling to be able to stay around with the colder air trying to get it to move on. And I’m right here, in my little nest, loving it all.