From this morning’s walk - 48 degrees, the sun was above the mountain tops but the cool moist ground was sending up a thick mist. It rolled up from the small valley below our path - not a fog bank such as rolls in to San Francisco, but still a roll of mist that moved up and over us. Here in Montana, I’ve woken to fog and mist but this was the first time I was able to watch it.
And, it followed me home…my desk looks out the window to the east and the woods which was clear is now topped with fog.