"The fog comes on little cat feet.
It sits looking over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on."
Carl Sandburg 1916 "Fog"
On Saturday, we went to Roanoke for the day. The trip was filled with wonderous things, which I will have several future posts about. The first exciting thing to happen was truly wonderous, but in a rather frightening way. See the first picture? See the white stuff under the mountains, and us driving on the interstate down below? I looked up and thought it was snow. WRONG! It was a cloud that had settled down at the base of the mountain. I've never seen it in a more dramatic way. My camera was with me, so I started to snap. This actually helped with my nerves. I had thought it was way in the distance and of no consequence. WRONG again! We drove right through it. These pictures detail our journey into and out of it. Who'd have thought there could be fog with over a foot of snow on the ground? Doesn't fog need some warmth? Apparently not. I just looked up fog on Wikipedia and got an interesting definition: Fog is a cloud that is in contact with the ground. Fog and mist are different only by their density. Since then, we've had quite a bit of fog around here, but never again have I seen a fallen cloud and driven through it.
"I have swept away your offenses like a cloud, your sins like morning mist. Return to me, for I have redeemed you." Isaiah 44:22