Grey and foggy and damp, 
it looks like snow. 
But it is only teasing. 
The temperature hovers around 57 degrees. 

Inside my classroom, I glance out the window
and imagine soft, fluffy flakes falling from the sky. 
An announcement:  School will dismiss early. 

But then I walk outside
and cross the courtyard for lunch. 
I didn’t even need a coat. 
The sky has fooled me. 
A full day after all.

This afternoon, the fog lifted but the skies are still grey.  A light mist wet my face and hands as I trimmed boxwood for the Advent Wreath making at church.  Holly berries glistened with tiny drops of water.  My skin was cool and dewy.  Still, I wished for snow.

Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

-Carl Sandburg

*Kickin’ It Old Skool Blog-a-Thon

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