A very foggy start to a Sunday morning coffee muses.

The sky appears cloudless because the clouds are hugging the ground. Sunshine thru fog is more uncomfortable than just sunshine thru air… it’s a glare thing.

Birds are calling all through the moisture laden air as diamond like drops of dew glisten in the sunlight from every tree branch.

A train whistle cuts the air as steel wheels rumble on steel rails. Railroad cars filled with products riding the rails south, destination unknown.

Time to get moving…