Oh foggy night

Boy is it foggy here tonight, Ed took the girls to a ballgame and it was called on account of it. I actually love the fog. The writer in me starts going into high gear, the photographer in me wants to jump in the cat and rush off to the nearest graveyard to get a few shots off. I actually get motivated to go out for a walk. It awakens something inside of me. And I like it! I feel like going outside and baying at the moon. Aaaaaaoooooooooooo! "Listen to them - children of the night. What music they make."