He said, over a patchy cell phone line: "Uh, you might want to go the south way to school today...down by the bridge... there's some--and then his voice cut out entirely.
Well, I could tell by his tone that this wasn't about a terrible accident, so I knew: he shares my love of the scenery, and today must be a gorgeous one for a camera.
I took the southern route.
At first I could only see a red glow, then a muffled sun, rising in cloudy soup.
Before long, however, I made out great patches of fog that had settled noiselessly into all the low-lying areas.
Down by the river, I dove into a dark tunnel of the stuff.
Then the road began to climb, and I emerged to the beauty of higher fields--sheeted in thin wisps of fog that reflected the sun like gold.
Such a beautiful morning!