FOG

FOG
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Carl Sandburg

I googled Fog to find a poem that describes how I feel about FOG. But I didn't find anything. The above poem was everywhere. But ...... come on. Cat feet, please.
Fog means to me:
depressive
gloomy
sad
claustophobic

I need to see the sun, and soon. Tomorrow Gary and I are driving two hours away to pick up a much needed gun ( cause, you can never have too many guns), anyway, I am praying that we will be driving into sunshine. The weatherman says the fog/inversion will be in the valley until next week.