Foggy Thinking
It's all foggy here this morning, which brings lots of thoughts to mind.
The first thought, of course, is of getting up to a foggy day here in the country when our youngest was little, and her saying, "It's a misty, moisty morning." 
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The second is of Charlie and my honeymoon (yes, that is grammatically correct) and our 25th anniversary, both of which were spent at Natural Bridge State Resort Park in Kentucky. Every morning, the fog completely enfolded the lodge, but burned off as soon as things warmed up. I'm talking about the sun, people; get your minds out of the gutter.
Then, if I'm going to have to drive through it, I get creeped out thinking of Ardis Moonlight's "Buffalo Trace" in GHOSTS ON THE SQUARE.
That makes me think how handy an inland lighthouse could be, which brings to mind the Best. Lighthouse. Story. Ever! Ray Bradbury's "The Fog Horn". That story breaks my heart, every time.
But then, me being me, I can't think of the words "fog" and "horn" together without thinking of … You're way ahead of me. Yes, Foghorn Leghorn, the chicken's chicken.
And now, if you–I say, if you'll excuse me, I have to go have breakfast. Cereal, that is. Pay attention, son! You're not–I say, you're not listening.
WRITING PROMPT: What does fog make you think of?
MA
