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January 23, 2005

The Fog

We are still caught in the icy clutch of the fog. Every day it starts to settle sometime after dark, and it hangs around until the noontime sun burns it off. And even in the afternoon there’s a thin haze on the horizon, like the fog just can’t wait to roll back in.

The fog and the pogonip combine to make Carson’s old cottonwoods seem like frozen sculptures.

Just a few blocks away, everything starts to disappear into the mists.

Some cars haven’t even been unburied yet, even though we haven’t had a flake of snow in two weeks.

Blue skies and the sun’s rays finally make it through the thick soup of fog, just in time to light up the Capitol dome. Soon it will be dark again, and the wispy vapors will swallow the town back up.

This fog can’t stay around forever. But we’ve had it for a week now. I sure am going to miss it when it’s gone.