We woke up to fog this morning. We seldom get it where we live, so it feels like an anomaly. I remember the moaning of the foghorns out on the Puget Sound where I grew up. To me, that is the sound of fog. But the only body of water large enough to need them where we now live is nearly an hour away.
"What does the fog sound like?" I asked my daughter.
"It sounds like rain...only it isn't."
She is right. Here, in this long pause between the cornfields and the Lake, the trees were dripping with cloud this morning.
What does fog sound like to you?