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Sandburg told us that "fog comes on little cat feet". If so, we've been invaded by herds of cats. The denizens of the Willamette Valley know that the fog means the true arrival of Autumn. Forget the famous rain. We know we are as likely to get a deluge in midsummer or a flood in the Winter or Spring as we are in the Fall. We have seen trees die off and show their colors in the Summer of drought, or seen years of no color when the cold sets in to strip the leaves from the trees without ceremony. Seasons are tricky here. Fog remains one of the most accurate predictors of the loss of Summer.
This is not a friendly fog. This is a cold, sinister fog that threatens to penetrate into your very soul, if allowed. It blurs the distinction between night and day; allows no sunrises. It hangs on until 2 in the afternoon leaving only 6 hours of daylight. Driving is dangerous and difficult (listen: the whole "it's better to drive with headlights off" thing is a huge myth. Turn your damn lights on, idiot!). Huge, twenty car pileups on I-5 are commonplace.
Get up. Fight the fog. Plant a smile on your face and a fuzzy jacket on so you can hug every cuddly person you meet. Beat it back with the worst joke you can recall. Curl up with the cat and pet him till he purrs, play frisbee with the dog even though you both have to search for the damn thing because it disappeared in the fog. The rains will be back. People laugh at me when I say I like the rain. That's because I've lived here.
This is not a friendly fog. This is a cold, sinister fog that threatens to penetrate into your very soul, if allowed. It blurs the distinction between night and day; allows no sunrises. It hangs on until 2 in the afternoon leaving only 6 hours of daylight. Driving is dangerous and difficult (listen: the whole "it's better to drive with headlights off" thing is a huge myth. Turn your damn lights on, idiot!). Huge, twenty car pileups on I-5 are commonplace.
Get up. Fight the fog. Plant a smile on your face and a fuzzy jacket on so you can hug every cuddly person you meet. Beat it back with the worst joke you can recall. Curl up with the cat and pet him till he purrs, play frisbee with the dog even though you both have to search for the damn thing because it disappeared in the fog. The rains will be back. People laugh at me when I say I like the rain. That's because I've lived here.
