This fog's not creeping on any "little cat's feet"

And speaking about the fog . . . I’ve never lived in London but have read enough novels to realize that the fog there is unlike our midwestern fogs. This fog matched the literary poetry of describing London fogs. It did seem alive, swirling into the airport whenever a door was opened like it had form and purpose. It also was far colder than our fogs, which seem to come mostly in the summer. The airline representative checking our boarding passes wore her uniform (a sari) covered with a blanket, then a parka with a scarf bundled around her face and head. And she still seemed cold.