Foggy

It was. Cold and clammy this morning, but quiet. Mystical.

With the city and the mountains and canyon gone it was easy to imagine that there was just us on an island in the clouds.

For all of the (missing) video & audio clues that I’m used to, I could have been atop a mountainous spire in some fantasy novel.

Even the birds were quiet and not flying about. I guess mourning doves are VFR rated only. Who knew?