The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
-- Carl Sandburg
It was foggy when I woke up this morning. Not the dense, swirling fog that you sometimes see coming over the mountains headed south toward the Golden Gate, but heavy, still, and quiet, muting the traffic noise from the expressway outside. It was unexpected, in a way--I've never seen fog quite like that around here, the sort of fog I was used to in Salt Lake that would hit during winter, lying heavy over the base of the mountains, casting even the end of our street, half a block away, into a thick, misty shadow. The drive to the dentist's office was strange, too--the fog was so thick in some places that it was hard to see the taillights of the car ahead of you, and the lights from the oncoming traffic were barely there, but a few car lengths head, it would vanish entirely, with just the cloud cover visible.
Strange. Fun, in a way, but strange. It made me miss Utah winters, but only for a moment. I'm not quite *that* insane. :)
Posted by Liz at January 12, 2004 05:30 PMI used to see fog like that all the time when I lived on the river. I miss it.
Posted by: Sara at January 12, 2004 06:33 PMThis afternoon @ 3:00, just as I was leaving the office I saw the fog settling into the treeline, and it looked so mysterious and beautiful. . .ask Scott sometime about Fresno and Tooley (Tule?) fogs. They're intense.