From my perch above the beach I saw the tenuous wisps of fog trailing ghostly tendrils along the cliff and shore as they disappeared, swallowed in clouds of vapor.
Distant fog horns blared as ferries and ships cautiously made their way through familiar waters now made strange. Not lost yet still not knowing the way.
In other news, we are going on an impromtu weekend bike trip. If you see anyone carrying the TV out of the house would you please call the cops? Ok, thanks, see ya later!