Woke up Thursday to the first fog of the season. It took most of the morning to burn off. The greyness of the day reflected my mood – dental drama awaited me later in the day so I was not thrilled.
The last time I saw fog this thick was sometime in the spring. I was making a trek to the office up in Tampa and this sort of early morning gloom was prevalent all up I-75. The interstate travels through parts of Florida that are still just rural enough that we’ve got feed store commercials on the radio and cows pastured between our strip malls.
At o’dark-thirty that day, the interstate was banked by misty fields dotted with ghostly, legless cows; bizarre sight for a girl who grew up in the concrete jungle.
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