A foggy day

 I love Fall.

And one of the things I love about Fall is the fog.

I remember walking home one night in Napanee in fog so thick that I felt like a character in a Victorian-era horror story.

I remember driving to work in the mornings and seeing ground fog blanketing the farmers' fields on either side of the highway. 

And here in Victoria, the fog drifts in across the park, smelling of the ocean and accompanied by the haunting sounds of the fog horns.

I love Fall.