Fog

Fog drifting across Ocean Blvd looking like smoke, this morning. A story ~ why I walked about a mile and a 1/2 to bus stop today. As I crossed Broadway, I saw the wall of off white fog up ahead. Remembered the days when I lived close to the beach and would go skating on such mornings. Is eerie or romantic the word to describe it? Whatever. Mystic or magical mornings, I so enjoyed.