Morning Fog...

Usually, on mornings like this the fog is confined to the wetlands. Not this morning. As the sky lightened you could see that the fog was hanging at about 30 ft off the ground in wispy strands, right above the level of the street lights. It was almost as if the lights were holding it up, keeping the roads clear for drivers. In other places the fog reached the ground. The wetlands at SPC, the cemeteries, ball fields, anywhere there weren't any streetlights to hold it up...

Eyes in the office....

Having two gray cats can be a challenge on dark, gray mornings, when sunrise is more then an hour away. This morning, as I was getting ready to leave, I wanted to make sure Mara wasn't in the closet. I was pretty sure, since I'd heard her jump down from the dresser and I'd just seen Nyala in the kitchen. I turned on the laundry room light and looked through the dark house toward the front room. There among the glow of the modem lights were two yellow, disembodied eyes, that moved and blinked, then bobbed as Nyala joined her. Mara found. And as I was closing the pocket door, a second pair of eyes joined the first, hovering by the window.... watching me leave for work...