Living in a Cotswolds village with the River Thames passing through it makes us susceptible to foggy misty mornings at most times of the year. There’s something about mist that deadens sound and can make morning walks quite eerie, especially in Winter.
“Winter fog descends
The Two Doctors
Our village shrouded all day
Seasonal silence”
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The Two Doctors 
I love fog. Makes me think of ghosts. More of a Spring thing in New England.
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I love it too though I’m more used to sea fog as I grew up on the Cumbrian coast.
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Relatable. I grew up by Old Orchard Beach, we call it seasmoke here. Sounds like the same line of thinking though.
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