This picture was yesterday morning. Fog was heavy over the rivers, but when it hit land, it thinned, sending out tendrils among the trees.
In history (by which I mean the movie version of "Sense and Sensibility"), people talked about the weather when they weren't clever enough to come up with something else to say and were ridiculed later. But out here, weather's kind of a big deal. Weather here can mean flooding and sinking ships and the only roads in or out closed down, trapped in town with so much water in the air it feels like you could drown just by breathing deeply. And then when the sun is back, unlooked for, this place is so beautiful and you hope the tourists never find out and continue confining their invasion to the summer months. Please God let them never find out about October.
