A ghostly fog hung over the lake yesterday morning.
I remember reading a book about a young girl who would walk into the fog where she would find a village of people whom she became friends with. When the fog would disappear they would also be gone.
I love to walk into the fog and feel the cool mist soaking into my skin, searching for shapes in the hazy mist.
Around here they say a foggy day foretells moisture. It is said 90 days after we have fog it will rain or snow. In farming country where there is no irrigation precipitation in a timely manner is very important to water growing crops.
Do you know any legends about the fog?