Yesterday was damp and I had a hard time warming up. I finished my mittens, now I have to work on more socks.
The afternoon brought fog that ebbed and flowed. One side of the island would clear and the other became misty. Sunset was pink fog. After dinner, it wafted over the house like smoke. I could feel it move past me in waves of warm, moist air. The fog horn was on most of the afternoon and all night. Two muffled blasts every twenty seconds. This morning, my clothes were damp inside the house.
The light’s umbrella opened up and the fog rolled over and through it.
This pic may not do it justice.
Sent fom my Palm
Island and North Country Life 