Foggy Mornings

It was foggy yesterday when I went to work.  Not a solid fog but a thick and thin fog.  One of those hazy damp mornings where everything is shrouded in peace and tranquility.  

I love foggy damp mornings.

It was one of the mornings where I wished that everything was slow and that there would be time to take a picture while driving.  

The sun was a big orange disk in the sky all the way in.  I used to wonder how west side people managed with the sun in their face everyday on the way in to work.  

I ought to have been wondering about what I was missing, not seeing the sun in the sky every morning as it rose.