On silent haunches

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches
and then moves on.

     Fog
         Carl Sandburg

While the East Coast is digging out from underneath a record-breaking blanket of snow, in our little corner of the Northwest we've been dealing with filtered sunshine, persistent fog, at least for now. The cul-de-sac evergreen matrons have even taken on an eerie chic.