Location Taken: Alberta, Canada
Time Taken: June 2010
Fog is just a cloud that’s come to visit, you know.
It slides gently down from the sky, eases down from the mountains, or just rises up from the ground, forming where it’s visiting. And soon the land is covered in gentle gray mists, hiding the far lands, revealing the splendor of the near.
Its cousin, rain, is often near, and can act quite similar at times. But you don’t find them together, for the rain crowds out the fog. But sometimes the rain brings the fog. On a hot day, where the sun has glared at the ground until it’s practically blushing, a sudden rainstorm will have an unexpected encore. As the water seeps into the hot ground, the ground heats it into a fine vapor, which rises back out again. And there, the ground fog spreads across the land, never rising high, just a sign of the dance of sun and rain.
Sunlight powers rain, but kills fog. The heat disturbs the delicate balance of water and air. Wind also tears it apart, and of course rain batters it down. Fog is strongest when it slips in like a thief in the night, turning the dark starry sky into a dark misty realm. The wind and rain are weaker at night, and the sun is powerless. But fog, it shines under the moonlight.
So fog is a vampire?