Fog Bow

 

Last updated 6/2/2022 at 8:49am



My morning walks with Tika, our 5-year-old Border collie rescue dog, are always my favorite time of day. We tend to go to one particular park to throw the ball, followed by a short walk. Each season brings its own beauty to the scenery. Summer mornings are warm, the sky is clear and sunrise is sometime before we get up! It’s a great season filled with long balmy days and cool clear nights. The solitude of our morning walk in the park is often interrupted by other dogs playing with Tika and, for me, a nice chat with said dog’s parent. The grass is green and soft. As summer progresses into autumn, sunrise comes later, the air is cooler and the sweet grass begins to fade. In late fall, we watch the sun rise up from behind rooftops to peek at my Tika, challenging her to a race across the expansive field.

Soon winter snow and brisk, colder air tickles my nose and stings my cheeks. Tika doesn’t mind; she has a lovely fur coat. Sunrise comes much later and so do our walks. Because of this, we often run into friends- both Tika and mine. Tika’s friend Luna, a teeny tiny St. Bernard, loves to run and roll in the fluffy snow. This light, airy winter snow also makes it difficult to play ball. I throw the ball, Tika runs after it, sometimes losing it in a snow drift. Then I chase the ball, tell her to pay attention and throw it again. Once more, Tika runs after it, not really paying attention as I told her to, I mean really? And I find the ball while she circles excitedly. This is winter. After what feels like an eternity, spring begins to slowly creep into our mornings.

Still chilly, often gray, daylight breaks early. We’re usually up by 5-5:30 am. I can’t sleep when the morning calls to me so brightly. That and Tika make a lot of noise to wake me. She knows when it’s time to get moving! Sometimes we snuggle for a bit before lazily climbing out of bed. That’s the last lazy enjoyment I have though, as Tika Boo wants to go, go, go! Spring is probably my favorite time. We catch the early morning sun as it stretches its warm rays up and over the horizon reaching towards our park. I watch in fascination as that golden orb rises and the air noticeably warms.

This misty morning, as I threw the ball for Tika, I saw the most amazing fog bow. I’ve never seen one or heard of one before. But there it was, an arced band of fog, thicker than the mist around it, reaching from the nearby housing left of our field and dropping down into the new housing across the other side of the field. I took pictures in between ball throws and words of encouragement for my expert ball catcher. I could see the fog bow better with my sunglasses on, so tried to take pictures through the lens of my glasses. Well, I’m never going to win any photography competitions, but still, I captured this amazing phenomenon. I may never see a fog bow again. It was beautiful and puzzling. What makes a fog bow happen? This white rainbow appears in fog instead of rain. Yup, that’s the extent of it. Water droplets are quite small, causing the bow to appear white or just slightly color tinged. But I prefer to think of it as morning magic, created just for Tika and me.

 

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