A Feast For The Eyes

After many a foggy, chill, overcast morning we awoke yesterday to this.

The fog was hanging just at the coast, not pushing inland, promising a warmer day. The sky was blue at 6am, no waiting until late morning for it to clear.

Summer in our neck of the woods doesn't usually begin until September and October, when the fog goes away for days on end and we have really warm weather. The summer months mean a morning quilt of fog that slowly lifts and burns off in the late morning, and sometimes not at all. To love it, you must cultivate an appreciation for the slow, subtle, flowing rivers that are the fog. You must become a connoisseur of black and white and shades of gray.

Afternoons here are usually brilliantly sunny, as if the steel wool of the fog has burnished the sky to a deep blue. The fog lifts, the wind picks up, and all of a sudden, the sun wins the daily struggle with the cooling fog, pushing it back to the coast again, a territorial dispute that has been waged for eons.

With a little moon still hanging in the sky, and clouds and fog painted with pastel colors, yesterday morning was a little change of pace, a presage of the warmer days to come. Truly a feast for the eyes.