On little cat's feet



The fog comes

on little cats feet.

 

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

 

Do others like me recall those lines from Carl Sandburg on mornings like this? Casey couldn't, I guess. Right?

I remember reciting it in elementary school, before having a clue how beautifully it would capture moments and visuals like these.

By the way, forecasters predict that the fog will dissipate by noon today, with almost clear conditions until nightfall.

So what does that mean...really? Blue skies maybe by one or two o'clock. And then the sun will be shining everywhere -  oh so briefly.