Sight lines aren't very good... the scenery fades into a soft, pale gray loveliness:
I'm sure it doesn't look so pretty on the roadways, so I'll probably hunker down in a cafe and have a post graveyard-shift coffee until the rush hour wanes.
As a humorous postscript, I want to say that my job is not the sort of job that someone who's easily rattled could ever perform. My former supervisor once told me of a new hire who couldn't finish the night. He called the supervisor at home and told him, "I can't work here, I just saw a ghost." Dude was so freaked out, when the supervisor came to see what his problem was, he handed over the company cell phone and the site keys... he was in such a hurry, he ran a red light in his haste to get out of the parking lot. That guy really would not have liked today. Me? I love it!
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Beautiful. That's perfect mikey weather. Where I grew up (northern california coast fifty klicks north of SF) almost every summer morning is characterized by dense fog, usually clearing back off the beach around lunch time. Those soft, damp summer mornings with the smell of the ocean, the fog-wet pavement and trees, visibility around 500 meters are my most treasured memories...
You could post this blog in Carmi's Soft Light thread (if you wanted to, that is).
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I normally like fog, but we just got done with two long weeks of gray dreary fog, with temps ranging from 25-35F.
I don't think I've ever been happier to see the sun when it finally broke through last Friday.
Here's what it looked like on a good day during that stretch, if you care.
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