If you believe everything you read in the Farmer's Almanac, then for every heavy fog that occurs during the season formally known as Autumn, there will be a snow event during the typically frigid months of the year.
So I'm grateful that we have not yet reached the Post-Summer equinox because I'd need an extra set of fingers to count all of the foggy mornings we've had recently.
More often than not it seems, the sun as been muted in the hours that it first breaks the horizon. Turned to rusty yellow by the damp air, the sun has looked like the yoke of a fertilized egg floating in watery lemon-lime jello.
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