Friday, November 2, 2007


This morning, Vee went out for a run. When he walked out the door, it was a wall of fog.

So exhilarating.

He came back on Cloud Nine, explaining how the fog condensed on his glasses and he ran into a trash can because he couldn't see two steps in front of himself. Without the glasses, the fog condensed on his eyelashes. When he came back, he was soaking wet and so thoroughly happy that he gave me a big sloppy hug.

I love fog.