That was a lovely foggy morning. It reminded me of a poem by Sara Teasdale:
A fog drifts in, the heavy laden
Cold white ghost of the sea—
One by one the hills go out,
The road and the pepper-tree.
That was a lovely foggy morning. It reminded me of a poem by Sara Teasdale:
A fog drifts in, the heavy laden
Cold white ghost of the sea—
One by one the hills go out,
The road and the pepper-tree.