The fog comes in...

over the Cutler radio Towers. We wish for the little cat feet referenced in the poem...



Fog
BY CARL SANDBURG
The fog comes 
on little cat feet. 

It sits looking 
over harbor and city 
on silent haunches 
and then moves on.
For the Record ,
This day came in warm with increasing clouds and fog in the distance.

All hands enjoying the peace of this spot.