All this foggy weather lately makes me want to be on the beach. Yes, fog on the beach is magical (see excerpt below from shiny bits).
her was a blank slate, the world erased. Pale gray sky held the sun,
wrapped in a shroud, only halfway above the tear between sea and sky.
When she reached the dunes, a V of gulls drifted into view, searching
for a resting place, and then vaporized like a ghost. Fog
enveloped her and she was contained within it, separated from the
world outside. (shiny bits in between, blank slate)
|Photo by Melanie Campbell|