If you were in Cincinnati on Saturday morning, you couldn’t miss the fog. It was pervasive and thick.
When I groggily stepped to the bathroom that a.m., I thought it had snowed— the light coming through the blinds was intensely filtered and white.
If you were in Cincinnati on Saturday morning, you couldn’t miss the fog. It was pervasive and thick.
When I groggily stepped to the bathroom that a.m., I thought it had snowed— the light coming through the blinds was intensely filtered and white.