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rejectomorphSaturday afternoon the town was shrouded in low clouds. Unlike the ground-hugging fogs of the valley, the condensation here is thickest on the higher ground. In the arroyos which run down the ridge, the cloud thins. Driving across town, one passes through the relative clarity of wooded dells roofed with grey cloud, then rises into that cloud, and all becomes indistinct, the bare black forms of the oaks stretching dimly over the streets.
I went to the market in the fog, and when I came out, the rain had begun. Darkness fell quickly, and the lights glittered in pavement and glass. But even in the rain, some fog lingered on the ridge tops, swirling as it dissolved.
Early this morning, the cold front came through, and all cleared to a day of brittle winter sunshine, bright but chill. Now, the remaining moisture on the lawn is beginning to freeze, and crunches under my footsteps. I hope for a few more days of sunlight. I've had enough of the rain for now.
I went to the market in the fog, and when I came out, the rain had begun. Darkness fell quickly, and the lights glittered in pavement and glass. But even in the rain, some fog lingered on the ridge tops, swirling as it dissolved.
Early this morning, the cold front came through, and all cleared to a day of brittle winter sunshine, bright but chill. Now, the remaining moisture on the lawn is beginning to freeze, and crunches under my footsteps. I hope for a few more days of sunlight. I've had enough of the rain for now.
