I'm just up from bed briefly, having awakened with that great bladder urge, but I must write something before it leaves my mind in the activities of the waking day. It is densely foggy, and the air feels heavy to breathe, palpable. The floodlights which illuminate our patio and back yard are mounted just above the bathroom window, and just now in their light I could see the fog pouring off the roof of our house. It billowed and cascaded along the current created by the slope of the roof, swirling and breaking up as it got just past the lights. It was mesmirizing to watch this, fluid and beautiful.

Sweet dreams.