Fog

Coming to work this morning there was fog in Monroe. As I was sitting in traffic, that's another topic - why does it take 45 minutes to commute 12 miles? - I was thinking about fog and how much I enjoy the serenity of it.

I was born and raised in Michigan and always lived near the water, not always on it, but near to it. When the conditions are correct, no wind, the water and air temperatures are different enough fog appears. I remember being in a small fishing boat with my dad and heading out for a morning of fishing in the fog. The water is as calm as can be, yet on shore you hear the gentle lapping for the waves on the sandy beach and maybe the occasional cry of a gull. As the small motor putters along we get to our favorite spot and it seems like we are the only ones in that moment and time. We dip our net into the water, everyone knows that you can't catch a fish with a dry net, and then we cast our lure looking for that elusive 'big one'. Sitting there in the fog, the boat gently rocking in the ripples of waves, just me and my dad, there is a peace and serenity and everything is right with the world.

Ever so slowly the first cast are made and the slow crank of the fishing reel as my dad and I do what we both love most, just to spend time together and fish. Not a word needs to be shared, not a problem exist in the world, nothing but the two of us. Sitting there in the fog, as is moves around you and slowly burns away with the warmth from the rising sun.

"Get the net, I got one"