That was yesterday. This is today.

The snow storm that blasted in last night, creating perilous driving conditions, was tamed overnight by rising temperatures.  Today we woke to clear roads, a mild day, and a blanket of fog.

It was foggy on the streets.

It was foggy at Fisherman's Cove.

It was foggy on the playing field, where Wendy and Trey chased the ball.

It was foggy by the ocean, where the low sky trapped the sound of the pounding surf, making it sound like Niagara Falls.

And of course, it was foggy in the woods.

I guess the lesson here is, if you don't like the weather, just wait five minutes.