The Fog
Posted by: shulburt in Writing Samples for the Kids, tags: Clovis California, Tuley FogEarlier this year, I awoke one cold winter morning and peered out the window to an unusual sight. The entire neighborhood appeared to be wrapped in a soft white blanket. It was clear, that the fog had rolled in during the night. Most people might not understand why that weather phenomena touched my heart so, but they should know that the fog-even the tiniest bit of it reminds me of “home”. Home for me, for my heart, will always be in the tiny (or at least it was when I lived there) town of Clovis, California. In Clovis, we had REAL fog, Tully Fog it was called. Fog so thick you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face, fog so thick you felt as if you were blanketed from all the troubles of the world. I loved the fog. And anytime we get fog in El Paso…my mind races back to my childhood days playing in the Tully Fog.
When the fog rolled in to Clovis, we awoke to a feeling of comfort while the thick grey blanket wrapped itself securely around our house.
When the fog rolled into Clovis, we lingered at home a bit longer since school would have to start late. My mom would make me a steamy cup of hot chocolate with it’s own layer of fog floating gently on top. The hot chocolate would warm my insides so that when I stepped out the door on the way to school I was not chilled by the dewey fog.
When the fog rolled into Clovis, the glaring headlights of oncoming traffic were nothing but tiny specks of light crawling, creeping desperately along the road through the dense cloud.
When the fog rolled into Clovis, the children played on the playground-they could be heard-but not seen. Their smiling faces were hidden by a layer of white softenss. The sounds of their laughter gave the only clue that they were even there.
When the fog rolled into Clovis all was peaceful, and calm. As a child I always enjoyed the peaceful feeling of waking up, wrapped in the fog.
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May 6th, 2008 at 3:16 pm
I have the same feeling about rainy days. Because after the rain stops in the morning it feels like the world was renewed. Did you intend on this story to sound like a poem? You said it reminds you of your childhood but you never said anything about your childhood.
May 7th, 2008 at 10:31 am
I”v really never been in fog because I’m only 10 years old and I can’t think back to my childhood because I’m still a child. but I think you should add a little bit more to your story because I want to know more about your childhood fog and how much it brings you memerys.
May 7th, 2008 at 10:35 am
WOW! Fog that thick! The last time I saw fog like that was in LA in the winter! The only thing I ever saw was white and dirt.And what was it about your childhood that the fog reminded you of?
May 8th, 2008 at 11:09 pm
^ Wow, those are good comments.
I liked this post a lot; the way you took a seemingly small topic like fog and made it about much more than that.
I lived several years in Duluth which is a port city on Lake Superior and prone to foggy days when the right weather conditions hit. It would be nice for the first day or two, but when it would go on for several days, it would become oppressive.
Variety is the spice of life, as they say, and we in El Paso look forward to those rare rainy or foggy days. Do you realize I’ve been out on morning duty the whole year and not a single day have I spent it inside?
May 13th, 2008 at 9:41 am
This was a great piece Mrs.Hulburt. Your description of the Tully fog made me feel like I was there in the fog and I couldn’t see anything! But why did you enjoy waking up to fog?