We woke up the other morning to a blanket of fog. I didn't get a chance to go outside until the fog began to lift. It was so quiet and peaceful. Here are a few pictures that I took of our farm in the fog.
by Edwina Reizer
Fog, settling in the air all around.
Fog, covering the earth like a blanket on the ground.
Where did you come from?
Why are you here?
You feel so misty.
The air's unclear.
Fog, I wait patiently and use my eyes.
Fog, you're lifting now and I can see the skies.
Everything looks like it did before.
No more mist
the ground's been kissed