The weather forecast yesterday indicated that this morning would be foggy, however when I woke and looked out the window it was clear.  I decided to head out anyway with the idea of seeing the lighthouse at Biddeford Pool.  When I got to the turn at Fortunes Rocks Road the fog was thick as soup.

Recently I had a problem with my eye temporarily blurring and as I walked the beach I thought it was happening again, but finally I realized the fog was causing my glasses to mist over.  I stood and laughed at myself for a good few moments.

I describe the beach in three stripes: the dry stripe which is that soft stuff farthest away from the water’s edge and is what sticks to your feet the most, the packed stripe which is the hard packed middle section where you don’t sink in as you walk, and the quicksand stripe which is at the water’s edge and if you stand still you begin to sink.

When walking on the packed stripe, if I was closer to the dry stripe I could hear but not see the water.  After a while I walked toward the water and after a time wandering and looking at rocks and shells, I turned and could see nothing of the houses on the shoreline.  I knew that I just had to walk away from the water to see where I was, but there was that moment when I thought I am not really sure where I am in relation to where I parked the car.

Of course this had the hallmarks of a mystery/thriller; the fog so thick you couldn’t see the killer coming at you until the very last moment.