Fog

It was very foggy this morning. I recollect that this is only the second or third foggy morning in at least a year.

As a child, fog arrived more frequently. I liked the mystery of it - everything looked a bit creepy and unfamiliar.

It's great, as long as you don't have to drive in it.

The last time I had to drive through a fog bank was near San Simeon on Highway 1. It was like navigating through a giant cotton ball. That 15 minute serpentine crawl was the longest of my life.

I've read that our drop in pollution may be one reason for this, and for that we should happy about the loss of this weather condition. As I look out my window, the last remnants of pea soup are disappearing, and it looks like it will be a lovely day.

I hope it's back tomorrow.