Yesterday it was fog. A very dense white enveloping everything. As I walked through it, there seemed to be a circle where there wasn’t any fog. The whiteness has dissipated. And yet the fog was still hanging in the air as thick as ever beyond the circle. What is it about fog that can create this unsubstantial illusion?

Today was the wind and the rain. I had heard them both before crawling out of my cozy bed. The rain had stopped momentarily leaving the wind. It would be a gust the whittled away to nothing. With a dampness in the air there something that can only be described as crispness. The way that the wind touches your face leaves a lingering feeling. And the cascading of the wind in the leaves isn’t a harsh sound like rustling. The wind caused the gray on gray clouds to race across the sky. Then it started raining again.

I was out walking Bear and a fresh layering of snow had fallen , leaving the open space across the street in stark beauty. The skeletal trees had a a thin covering of white on the lower branches, but the tops were uncovered due to the wind. the upper region of the trees swayed and there was a distinct howling. The sky was colored in gray tones.