We have a lot of morning fog on the coast.
I love walking in the fog. A quite meditation. Isolated by the stillness.
Forms, seeming as curious spirits move into sight, and just as softly out again.
I have a feral cat in my neighborhood - a magnificant creature! Whenever I catch a glimpse of him he seems alert, curious and going about his business with a great sense of purpose. He makes me smile.
The fog comes on little cat feet.
It sits looking over the harbor and city
on silent haunches, and then moves on.