A foggy morning

The fog horn was sounding across the water this morning. It was really warm and the sun was glaring through the mist making the water sparkle. I rounded the corner at Woollahra Point and saw the top of the bridge peeping out of a fog cloud. It looked like someone had boiled a massive kettle and covered the city in steam. Something must be cooling down at night as the mornings are getting damper, it certainly isn't cool during the day as the sun was burning and I had plastered my face in sunblock before I left.

A quick paddle and I was rounding the point at Garden Island. By then the fog had lifted a bit so I was too late for the great moody shot I was after. So I turned around. I had to write my business credentials today, tricky, trying to make yourself look interesting and professional. What could I write that makes me sound different. I bet it takes all day...