Mist. Not to be Missed. Really

You can't call it a warm wind, as it slides in over the ice on Bondi Bay. It actually is warm -- but the ice plays havoc with that.

And when warm air meets cold ice, and there is enough moisture in the air from the thunderstorm that has just passed through, the end result is mist.  At times it was so heavy the horizon vanished, the world closed in with a soft embrace.  It was beautiful to watch, and you can see it for yourself right here.

Carl Sandburg wrote:

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

 

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

Taffy says she isn't so sure about the little cat feet... but agrees that it comes in softly, silently, and moves on with its own grace.  Achmed and Napster stated that they preferred to keep their own little cat feet inside where it was warm and dry... but they are not poets.