Morning Fog or Something Afoot?
I looked out the window one morning not that long ago. Several veils hung, one behind the other, starting from my home to the house across the street. Well, I supposed it went that far. I couldn’t actually see the house across the street.
I could have said the veils hung, one behind the other, starting from my home to the street lamp, but that would have required more explaining. You see, the street lamp nearest my home is actually three houses down the street, just past a curve. It also would not have described just how many veils there must have been hanging outside that one morning not that long ago.
I guess I could have said there were white sheets hanging, but then I really would have had to say there were thin, white sheets hanging outside. It wouldn’t really have worked in any case because even with thin white sheets once you approach one and move it out of the way, you tend to have an unexpected sight of yet another white sheet.
That one morning was more like a series of veils since, even before you move one veil aside, you can see there is another veil waiting for you. And that was more of what I saw when I looked out the window that morning.
Oh dear. I digressed. Let’s get back to what I wanted to tell you.
I looked out the window one morning not that long ago and several veils hung, one behind the other, starting from my home. I could not see the house across the street. When I think about it, I could not even see my bicycle in my driveway, and that is much closer.
Anyway, the point is, I went outside that one morning. I did have to get to work and I would have to take my bicycle out in this weather. I put my rain coat on and tied on my helmet. I put on a pair of rain goggles to protect my eyes from the cold wetness of fog remains.
You see, I have rather delicate eyes and they do get ever so sore from raindrops and snowflakes falling into them. I understand most people do not usually have raindrops and snowflakes fall directly in their eyes unless they have their heads cocked back and up towards the sky during rainfall and snowfall. And, no, I don’t go walking about with my head cocked back and up towards the sky during rainfall and snowfall let alone when I am riding my bicycle. That would be very dangerous indeed. However, for some unknown reason, every time it rains or snows, my eyes, which are rather delicate as I told you before, sting and then they start to tear and then I have to stop whatever I am doing just to dry them and everyone believes that I am crying when, in fact, I am merely drying my poor, burning eyes.
Oh dear. What was I saying?
Oh yes. I got on my bicycle to go to work and noticed something very odd about the fog. By the time I reached the end of the road, there wasn’t a single drop of moisture on my raincoat. Even my rain goggles were bone dry.
Thinking this rather odd, I rode back home. After all, how would I be able to concentrate on tasks at work if I did not understand the lack of moisture upon me while riding in thick fog?
This investigation required a few tools, all of which I have at home: sterilized glass jars with covers, thermometers, measuring sticks, a Bunsen burner, microscopes, Petri dishes, flasks, and tweezers.
I gathered several samples of this fog in the sterilized glass jars. I had attached a thermometer inside each of the sterilized jars quite some time ago. That way, I would know the temperature inside the jar for whatever element happened to be inside it.
First, I recorded the temperature outside. Then, I recorded the temperature inside each of the fog filled jars. There was a difference in temperature between the outside and the inside. I repeated this recording every five minutes over the course of two hours. The temperature within the jars changed during those two hours, but it remained constant outside.
I measured the height of fog in each of the jars from the time I filled the jar until the two hours lapsed.
Confused by what I was seeing, I pulled portions of the content out of the first jar with tweezers and placed it in a Petri dish. I looked under the microscope. It was most curious.
I took the Petri dish fog and dropped it into a flask. I heated it over the Bunsen burner. Indeed! I could not believe my findings.
All those veils hanging one behind the other outside that one morning had nothing to do with fog. I repeat. The veils that hung one behind the other were not indicative of fog at all. They had all the properties of dragon’s breath.
Oh, and Walter, please, I do not want to get into much more trouble; people are looking for me and I’m not sure why, but the whole situation is making me rather nervous. Could you please refrain from identifying me completely? Partly would be fine, as in maybe my first names, but any more than that and I fear I will be surrounded and taken away.
Witness: Roland Kenneth
Roland, I hope you don’t mind, but I sent this as is to Cheyenne. I’m not sure what to make of this; I do still have a dragon sleeping in my basement. I wonder if your encounter and my current situation are related. Please, do let us know if you have any more information about the dragon breath in your neighbourhood and what it could mean. Thank you, Walter.