For the past few days a freezing fog has hung over the valley. There’s no wind; just a chilling fog. I’ve been using the city bus more and had an opportunity to watch the fog from a passenger’s standpoint. When crossing the bridge, one accepts by faith that there is another side. That’s how thick the fog can get. The weather isn’t without its wonders. Where spiders had left webs, the frost had created white ropes. The trees and shrubs were festooned with them. One could call them free holiday decorations.