Fog

Fog 

by Carl Sandburg & amended by Beth Neely

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Unless you live in Macau
then it stays for weeks.

The end

And on a side note:
I will not miss springtime in Macau, not one bit.  Not when the walls sweat with condensation and the furniture grows mold and you can't sleep at night because the air is too wet.  Ugh.

Here's the Weather Cam that usually shows the bridge and Macau-side (and it's 2:30 in the afternoon):

And please notice the Humidity levels for the next week.  Ugh, again.