In these trying times, it's important to feel comfort and love wherever you can. And this poem, one of the first I every remember learning, seems appropriate for the picture and today's weather.
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
by Carl Sandburg
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