Foggy Morning

Yesterday morning was magically foggy for the hill walk with William to his school. At the top of the hill we were in and out of the fog with blue sky above and the morning sun strong at our backs -- perfect conditions for a "fog bow". We saw our first such bow about a year ago, and are now able to spot them more easily when conditions are right. This is only the third one we've seen.
Nothing gets William more excited about our walk (which is about 25 minutes from our door to the school) than a foggy morning. The few trees on the hill look so mysterious and everything is covered with tiny droplets. Sometimes the fog is so thick we can barely see the school until we're almost there, but today the sun was able to peek through.


On my way back home the only features standing out from the fog were the moon-like sun and the mourning doves perched on the utility lines.


Just as I returned home, I noticed the most spectacular rays of light projecting through the fog from the tree across the street. What a nice way to start the day! I only wish William could have seen it with me.