I was raised in Northern California, in fog country. There are a hundred different types of fog, or more. Some are intense, some are quiet. Some are barely there, wisps. All beautiful.
New Jersey does not get fog as often as Northern California.
And so I savor the fog when it comes now, I embrace the foggy days.
(And I embrace the sick days and let myself be sick: today is such a day. I am resting, today.)