The Rosy Fingered Dawn Crept Noticeably Upward, Burning Holes In The Morning Fog.

Got out of bed, looked out the front window an saw the barest touch of sunrise. The river was wearing a thick blanket of fog. I stood and watched for a few minutes as the sky lightened. The sun turned a few fluffy clouds a rosy color, and the top of the fog began to strip away.

That's when the hideous title for this blog entry popped into my head. (sigh)
It was so awful, I just had to share.