The weather warning on Saturday predicted, "dense fog". There was none around our house but as I went south on my early morning jog, mist was enveloping the airport.
A strange thing to see palm trees looming out of the fog
And a landscape more suited to the north - to autumn and ghosts and headless horsemen
I wonder how the alligators and bobcats that haunt the golf course like the fog? They are of course very much alive.
Mist surrounded the fishing pier too.
And against the moody pastels of the sea and sky there wasn't a pelican to be seen. Like the tiny planes at the airport, they had been grounded in the fog.