We woke to fog Friday morning.  Fog always and forever will remind me of my mother.

For you see, Fog is a rare occurrence here.  Happening rarely but with stunning results

A coolness descends on the land; sounds are magnified.

Momma would always say: ‘Look, kids! A cloud has sat down on the land”.

I often go out walking in the fog…just because, I’m walking in a cloud, which sat down for me to enjoy.

From my world to your heart,

Linda