fog

Finishing up in Zhuhai with a few sparse beach-worthy days, teaching Winter Camp to angels and demons. Most days are a hybrid of polluted air and fog that creeps pervasively into the apartment and makes everything feel wet and cold. Saturday is my last official day teaching, before three days of hopefully hot weather, before a ferry ride and a couple airplane flights home. The weather in Saskatoon should be a balmy -5 degrees.

A fog bank moves over the island. (Aside from warm, windy nights, this is the best time to jog)

Early morning fog confounds the shoreline, and settles among the streets, leaving apartment tops to poke out.