Write a four line poem about something that is: suffocating.
The fog here was pretty incredible today. Stuck around for the entire morning, finally began retreating across the lake in the afternoon, and came right back across after the sun set behind the mountains.
I was happy to have the time to take a few pictures. This one, of our street, was taken around noon:
I took this one from the east side of the lake just as the fog was starting to come back our way:
And this was one of several I took from the lookout on Anarchist Mountain, while I was trying to remember where exactly Osoyoos was supposed to be:
I'm kinda hoping for more of the same tomorrow, as there were a few photos I just missed due to the fog moving so fast. Plus I don't have anywhere I need to be, so I won't have to deal with driving in it.
I see it approaching
And think there's still time;
But now I'm surrounded
With nothing to climb