I’ll Have My Coffee With Fog, Please

On July 4th, the colored cloud display and accompanying booms were quite splendid. It was touch and go. For a while there, the forecast was for clear skies. However, the fog rolled in and the tradition continued.

I’ve been living with friendly fog since 1980 when I moved from the East Coast to the West Coast. Granted, it leads to many gloomy days when you wonder if there is such a thing called The Sun.

But, it keeps things cool, cozy and the ferns lush. The redwoods love it, too. They can drink up to 500 gallons of fog droplets a day.

It is such a relief to be driving through the heat and there before you is that lovely fog bank announcing to you that soon, you will stop sweating.

Last week, my dear friend who was visiting from St. Louis and I took a walk on the beach. The fog was being playful—swirling in and then dissipating, only to swirl in again.