Though I walked the beach several times daily during our stay on the barrier island, the morning of dense fog proved the most interesting. I felt somewhat disoriented standing on the beach, hearing the water only a few feet away but unable to see it, surrounded by dense whitish gray. Startled by a lump in the fog, I moved closer until it formed. A man fished, a gray outline in a gray sea with gray air.
The Great Blue Heron I saw each morning standing in about the same place on the dune still kept watch through the fog.
The shoreline with the deadwood snags took on an eerie air, even more than usual. The dense fog lasted all day, dispersing only very slightly around mid-day.
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