It was out the door early today.

Another call with the other side of the world.

As I hit the road, the fog clouded in. The street lights glowing. Headlights pounding the road ahead.

My head was focused on the day at hand, but my heart was caught by the fog. So many memories coming to mind

Memories of childhood mornings and foggy evenings. Thoughts of the Scottish haar rolling in. Thick white blanket of the local English ponds. And watching the waves of fog like water from the hills over Christchurch.

I do love the fog.