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Mornings are something special at Lake Gaston when nighttime temperatures drop below the lake’s surface temperature; where cool of fall meets  warmth of summer, fog happens. The period of time just before the fog moves on is transformational: in a matter of minutes visibility can increase from zero to hundreds of yards, a dawning of distance and acuity, reality and rebirth.

Carl Sandburg got it right in his poem, “The Fog”…

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

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