Having grown up in a semi arid desert my whole life, I can’t help but to be a little tickled when I see fog, it’s a bit of a novelty to me. I think this is the first time I’ve seen this sort of thing, ever. I’m still not sure of what to call it. It wasn’t still and lazy like fog. This stuff was dynamic and agitated, it trundled and lofted, twisting and spinning across the reservoir like steam from a witches brew. If I hadn’t know better, you could have convinced me it was a boiling lake.
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