Today was very pleasantly foggy; the fog of last night was supposed to disappear early today but it never did. It wasn't really thick like a Maine fog, nor yet the sort of mist you get from warm weather over melting snow, but rather like a cloud blowing in from the ocean right at ground level. You could see bits of it moving: at the intersections you could see it flowing up the streets leading from the ocean into LA, even as far up as our house on 17th. And down by the shore it was thicker still, so that you could barely see the end of pier from the beach at all.
And I sure loved it. I really enjoy weather of any sort, which is one reason why I'm not a huge fan of LA; we get so little of it. I took a little walk and took some pictures to remember the situation, because I'm sure summer sun will be back before too long. Looking at the palm trees in the fog made me think of hurricanes. I wonder if they ever get those here?