Yesterday when I looked back at what I wrote about on my blog 2 years ago, I noted the foggy day walk on December 5, 2005. Today I woke up to the same kind of day, so I took my camera along on our walk. There is something so still and quiet about a foggy morning, especially after the drama of all the rain and wind of the past few days.
Our morning coffee, at the end of the walk, tasted especially good. We got to laughing so hard (at a naughty joke, I'll confess) that we were in tears, then pulled ourselves together for a picture. We haven't changed all that much in two years.