The pretty white stuff in the air isn’t snow–it’s fog!
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
–Carl Sandburg
River City fog….whew. The closer you get the river, the harder it gets to see. And since I live just under the shadow of a crumbling levee, this morning was a fun, if suicidal, navigation through the kind of soupy white fog that makes you want to turn right around and telecommute to work. Or call in sick and watch Oprah all day.
But if you didn’t stay home, then hopefully you drove with your lights on and at a lower speed this morning. I did. And I was extra glad some of the kids in my neighborhood who were walking–no, wading– through the fog to school today wore brilliant Caltrans orange-style coats. They were seen by everyone. That’s the point! Happy fog day.
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My daughter looked outside this morning and reported that it looked like the entire city had just had a shower (our bathroom doesn’t have very good ventilation…).
My daughter looked outside this morning and reported that it looked like the entire city had just had a shower (our bathroom doesn’t have very good ventilation…).
I love foggy mornings, especially when it’s thick enough to mask the surrounding houses & hide a lot of garbage, billboards, signage, etc. around town :)