mist

We ran some errands late this afternoon. What can I say? The denizens of druid labs are an inherently lazy race. Anyway, as we left the neighborhood this afternoon, we could see a thick fog in Discovery Bay, to the west of us here on the Quimper Peninsula.

By the time we arrived home, the mist had settled into the lowlands of the peninsula. The airport was about to be socked in.

By the time we got to our evening walk, it was pea soup up here on the hill. It was clear at sea level when we got down to the beach, but the uplands were completely obscured.

We could see how it hovered over Indian Island. We could see it beginning to drift into the backwaters of the bay.

The waters were calm, eerily calm. The humidity made my fingertips sting for half the walk. (Hey! I still have to clean up after the dog, and fingerless gloves are the best solution I've found for wielding the plastic bag.) There were no stars, the sliver of moon was gone, all was still and silent.

Which is to say, it was another wonderful evening to walk the beach. I love it here.