Recently across the midwest, the fog has rolled in almost daily.
Not your simple, gentle, early morning mist of a fog
with every intention of hanging on, covering and smothering.
Driving conditions were hazardous and the only hope of ridding ourselves of this fog would not be a beautiful bright day, rather a heavy, drumming downpour to wash it away.
and you know it is miserable to watch fireworks in the rain!
Only momentarily did I have my doubts about driving the more than half hour through the curtain of fog for this small community rite of spring passage. What better did I have to do on a Friday night? Read a classic book? Curl up on a comfy sofa with a soft blanket and a purring cat?
Did I mention the fog was menacing?
Once there I did admit it was worth the risk of driving there.
Then came the ride home…