March 2026 SOLC–Day 17
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I love reading Kim’s slices every morning. She lives on the west coast and thus posts after my early-to-bed bedtime. Her posts are always beautifully written and filled with all sorts of nature and book love, and classroom inspiration. Usually I read them after I’ve already sliced for the day, but this morning I was scraping the barrel for something to write, so I detoured.

This year I’ve found loads of ideas for slices, but then find myself not wanting to write about most of them. Too negative…too boring…too hard… I guess I’m perennially in search of the Goldilocks slice idea, the one that’s just right. Kim’s post this morning was about her foggy walk on the beach (here) . I’ve already written about a foggy visit to the marsh this month, but her post reminded me that I’d had a lovely fog-bound commute to work earlier this month that I hadn’t written about. For some reason Kim’s slice and thinking about the fog also reminded me of the beginning of “Mending Wall” by Robert Frost–“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall…” So, with a twist, that’s where I began.

Foggy Commute

Something there is within me that loves the fog
how it presses gently in from all sides
and ground oft-trod or traveled
leans into mystery
how trees emerge along the horizon
their branches entwined with low clouds
then fade and disappear
and even farmyard clutter
and early spring muck
take on a hue of beautiful
with edges smooth and indistinct
I travel over a bridge
and the river beneath
is but a memory