Back into the Fog

In Buffalo Wyoming Cissie and I drove into the south side of the town, which is less than a quarter mile wide. Exactly on the other side of town was a wall of fog. The fog lasted until we got to Dickenson. There is something very symbolic about driving into the fog. Awake this morning I am wondering why we came back to Hazen from sunny days and clear skies. The fog has not lifted for me, but seeing old friends will be good, and soon Megan and Erin will be home for the Holidays. So up with the tree, and the snow shovel.