Socked In

A thick fog rolled in the other day.  The air was calm and quiet.  Nice thing about a fog is it traps the heat in, gets nice and warm.  And you totally expect a horde of undead zombies to come crawling ashore from a wrecked pirate ship.  Some of these old growth forests are spooky enough as they are, dark as a cave and crawling with critters.  I’d hate to be in a boat out there, when this fog rolls in.