A bit of fog rolled through a while ago, muffling the air and lending the darkness a pearly quality. Now it is merely overcast once again, and the silence that prevails is as palpable as was the cacophony of last night's wind and rain. Its mercurial nature is the thing which pleases me most about winter weather. The changes from day to day, and night to night, can bring such varied moods that one seldom suffers that ennui which endless summer days of heat and blank skies can induce. I suppose there are places where winter weather is almost invariably monotonous, but this is not one of them. To be sure, there are those rare years in which it seems as though the rain will go on forever, but they are the exception. Most often, we can expect a change every few days at least, and the season is almost always punctuated here and there by a few days of bright sun and balmy temperatures. I'm looking forward to the next couple of months. Right now, I'm going to go out and see if another patch of fog might be drifting through. That always puts me in a relaxed mood for my long winter's nap.