Leaving Frankfort, Michigan one chilly morning in August, I drove past a little boat dock on Lake Michigan. It was totally covered in fog. I did a second take and a u-turn back in the
parking lot. My wife thought I was nuts as I ran to the foggy area; at the time all you could see was the white-grey color of early morning. While I stood facing the nothingness, I said, “Wait, just
wait!” And sure enough the fog lifted a bit so you could see the silhouettes of the sailboats at anchor.
by James Gordon Patterson
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