Stacked in the valley
and thick as milk gravy,
it spills over the ridge
in slow-rolling waves
eclipsing the daylight
to swallow you up
in cold cottony gray.
Easy to get lost in the fog
when you can’t see
your horse’s wet ears—
find something dry
to start a fire
and wait for it to lift—
or trust he knows
his blind way home.
drycrikjournal 
Roll down your pickup truck window… hear it better.
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Sometimes you do have to turn your engine off to listen for cross traffic at intersections.
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Gorgeous photo f fog most of us never see!
Merry Christmas!
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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Lani!
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