Most mornings when I get out of bed I partake in a peek out the window to check what the weather is doing.  More often then not, I usually find myself looking up to Arbutus Ridge to gauge the weather.  Invariably so early in the year, the Ridge is ensconsed in early morning coastal marine fog.  I am endlessly fascinated with how it is ever changing.  Every time I see it, a line from the movie Excalibre liking the fog conjured up by Morgana leFay to the breathe of a dragon, runs through my head.