Spires, poles, and a tower

lobbed off by fog.  

Some mornings begin with a light show

other mornings are blessed by fog.  A mystery worth embracing.  

 

Suppose you just landed here

What language would you be speaking? Would you continue to have a positive personal relationship with fog?  Would crows be plentiful and vocal?  

Ever present

What is more present than weather or a cat?  Perhaps, both.  Freddy here taking in the patio and weighing in on fog.  

Yes, I do miss fog.

San Francisco does fog well.  Doesn't the Conservatory of Flowers appear ghostlike?  Don't the palm look like pens with black tutus?  FYI:  the flower sundial has flowers but alas no dial.  Then again, fog is an opportunity to extract yourself from time, moment by moment.