Fog is a relative rarity in Columbus. When it appears on an otherwise clear morning — as it did this morning — it is a treat.
Everyone who, as a child, watched clouds scudding across the summer sky and wondered what it would be like to be in a cloud will inevitably be attracted to a low-lying bank of fog. Who wouldn’t welcome the chance to disappear into the mist, like a trenchcoat-clad character in ’40s movie who just spoke a killer line? On a day that promises to be a hot one, it is a joy to be enveloped in the mist, feeling its dampness on your skin and smelling its pleasant, slightly acrid odor.
Of course, clouds can touch the surface only briefly, until the sun rises over the treetops and shoos them away.
Love the last playful line, LOVE IT!