#1715 – Puff

I have a very vivid memory of a foggy morning from my childhood. Our bus would get to school 10 or 15 minutes before class started so if it was a nice day we would play outside before the bell rang. The fog was so thick the entire playground was an impenetrable white wall. Except the baseball diamond. Something was different between the dirt on the infield and the grass on the outfield. The dirt was clear while the fog clung to the wet grass. We took turns running across the dirt and jumping into the grass. That kid would seemingly vanish into that vertical wall of cloud. It was super cool but never repeated.

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9 thoughts on “#1715 – Puff”

  1. kingklash says:

    Back in the Oakland days, we had times like that. Much better than later, here in the Sooner State, when our back-country high-school PE teacher made us run (that was his lesson plan, run us all hour) down the road to the mile corner and back. The wind was fierce and a recently-plowed field kicked up so much dust, there was a wall of red dirt in our way. Instead of using a different road, we were told to run anyway. Cut the story short, one of the things we did learn, dust storms generate a lot of static.

  2. bob says:

    in other words, you had a twilight zone?

  3. You’d especially like to high five a cloud if they had really looked like that, in real life! That would be too awesome to be true…

  4. Benjamin says:

    When I was a kid, there has been a day with some type of snow I never saw again. We could jump into the fresh snow and completely disappear and we could crawl underneath the snow and we were intraceable, we would pop out elsewhere completely. The fluffiest snow I ever saw.

  5. Falos says:

    What a positive comic. It made me wonder if our taste for nature’s scenery works at a primitive level.

  6. Marscaleb says:

    Now you’ve got me thinking about foggy days when I was a kid.
    I swear, fog used to behave differently back then. It used to be that you’d always have this clear sphere around you where there was no fog at all, and then a sudden line of fog where it started.
    But today, for just gently gets thicker.

    *Sigh* I miss really foggy days; they are so much fun to play in.

  7. mister disco says:

    Biff Demands the Highest of Fives

  8. Wizard says:

    I work third shift, so every once in a while I drive home in an early morning fog. I can remember a couple of especially foggy mornings when I was riding my motorcycle. Nothing but white in every direction, it was like sitting in the middle of a ping-pong ball…

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