I walked out of my house this morning to see a layer of fog all around my home. I ran through the fog on my morning run, as the road ahead was made fuzzy. Later, after I drove to school, I walked up to my classroom on the fourth floor, I could see the layer of fog covering the ground below. It gathered in the woods like cotton sticking to the limbs. Gradually, the fog grew thicker as the horizon blended into the fog, near the Missouri river. Peacefulness engulfed the morning as I looked out the window. I reflected on the time I saw the morning fog from on top of a mountain in North Carolina. I reflected on the few foggy mornings in El Paso, Texas. I stopped and considered the beauty for a moment before the sun rose high and burned the fog away. The temperature of the morning was roughly 70 degrees and would grow to be 90 by the end of the day. The fog held the moisture in over our heads as we walked to class, but allowed the humidity to run rampant in the afternoon. I knew when I walked in that it would be humid later on and it would mean mugginess would be the word of the day. However, in that moment as I looked out above the fog, there was peace.
That is how it is when there is fog in the summertime.
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