I woke in the middle of the night - great thick gobs of wet air outside, yellowed globes of it around street lamps. The air is clearing somewhat now; it lets you see across the street, and farther. Out in the country, it is an April morning, or September, or summer along the shoreline of Lake Superior, with fog. It is not December. All this fog, if it turned to snow, now that would be December.
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