Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 we soon see the sun himself, a rose gold glow in the sky. One of the most beautiful things about a fog is that iteliminates the horizon. The sky melts into white mists at our feet.The road-side is foam flecked with dew-whitened spiderwebs. Competition here must be keen. A meadowlark’s whistle coming from out of the fog, is pleasing.A fog is one of the most harmonizing elements in nature.  (HT)Our clothing becomes white. The fog, beginning to solidify, falls as a fine spray