I had never seen anything like it in Columbia. The fog fell heavy this morning, and wrapped around everything like a blanket. An eery stillness rested on Columbia. There was only one soul at the normally bustling canal, sitting and watching and probably thinking profound thoughts. I felt a bit of camaraderie in that moment, that this one woman was experiencing this place in such rare form.Moments later the raging sun began to burn, and the strange precipitation vanished like a ghost.