The Fog

As I was walking uphill this afternoon I could watch the fog rolling in. First it made the Kaiserstuhl and Tuniberg mountains float, then it swallowed the plain and the village where I live, and at last it stretched out its tentacles towards the foothills of the Black Forest.

Impressive as it may have looked, I still could hardly contain the urge to run home and hide behind firmly locked doors hugging a teddy bear. I guess I shouldn't have watched "The Fog" as a teenager. ;o)