Keep an Eye on the Horizon!

  I have always been one that loves a good foggy day (or night, for that matter).  There is just something mystical about the earth being shrouded in a thick layer of fog.  It is during times like this that the wheels in my brain start to whirl and spin causing all sorts of fantastical tales to be spun.  One might say that the imagination runs amok!

  Early this morning during our hike to the pier, Mark and I noticed that the fog looked a mite weird.  Talk about things running amok...I think Mother Nature's sense of humor did!  The horizon appeared quite...ummm....different?   When viewing the horizon from the pier, the west side was clear as a bell while the east side was completely obscured by pea-soup thick fog!  There was no "thinning" between the two but, rather, there was a definite cutoff line dividing the two.  Right slap dab down the middle of the southern horizon was a clear-cut division of the two.  Fog on the east....clear on the west.  When I would turn toward the east, my vision was nil.  Whiteout fog blocked even the dark line of pines.  When I faced west, even the names on my brother's boats could be read.  Strange.

  This is the first time in all my many years of living on the Bayou that I have ever witnessed this phenomenon.  Never before have I seen two different weather patterns cut so decisively.  I ponder if this be a harbinger of some rough weather that is to descend upon the Bayou.  I suppose I really should check the forecast.