The slugs are happy

Here in the PNW, we have turned the corner from summertime to autumn. The rains have not started in earnest yet, but the dampness has set in again. You can feel it the most at the edges of the day. It starts as a foggy morning. Then slowly, the fog burns off, and the low angle sunlight filters through the leaves on the trees. Shortly after dinner, the dampness is there again. 

I took Freki on a walk this morning after dropping Odin off at school. It is a trail we have walked many times, an old railroad grade, turned multi-use trail. This morning in the fog there was the unmistakable sounds of rain. Only, there was no rain. It was the sound of fog condensing on leaves, then dropping to the ground, played out hundreds of times a minute. I kept thinking we would get wet when we emerged from the canopy, but the rain never came. Just an invasive dampness that made me feel chilled and made my hair stick up all crazy like. 

(maybe that's just how my hair always looks)