It was foggy and freezing on the Key Peninsula this morning.
We woke up on Drayton Passage to a thick blanket of frigid mist.
Our deck thermometer read 30 degrees. My numb nose agreed.
With my lovely bride warmly tucked in under a down comforter and the Goofy Golden Doodle curled comfortably at her feet, I snuck out of the house.
The roads were moist, the mist rising on Filucy Bay.
An ashen gray sky hung low, the pastures along Whiteman Road were white with frost.
Good morning Longbranch.