Da Bob

I woke up the other morning to find the world I live in all wrapped up in grey cotton candy floss . It was the fog . It was a silent ghostly hushed world . Not a sound anywhere .

In Libya the fog is called DaBob . I love the way that sounds .Like fog has a nick name .

I learned the poem "Fog" by Carl Sandburg , when I was very little and it always comes to mind when ever I see fog .Thought I would share it with you here .

Fog
by Carl Sandburg

The Fog comes
on little cat feet .
It sits looking
over the harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on .