The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
~Carl Sandburg
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I held my hand over my forehead to shield my eyes from the intense sunlight. Sunlight! And then I saw them, like mythical creatures walking on water. Paddleboarders.
Where was I? Hawaii?
I shook my head in disbelief. I was looking out over the water toward my very own Puget …
We spent two days on lovely Orcas Island. On our ferry ride back to Seattle, we were enveloped in clouds of mist on a quintessential rainy Northwest afternoon.
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