Our home by the sea…

…of fog. It’s a bit early in the season, but this past week’s rain triggered the onset of fog season. Every year the moisture rises from the soil, the cool air condenses it, and we get a view of the ocean. Looking down on it is interesting; driving in it stinks. One night we were driving under the fog, then rose into it. The road simply disappeared. Our only clues as to where we were going were the reflective strips on posts alongside the roadway that marked the locations of culverts. That plus the memory of where the road should be. In times like that, we question whether the trip is really necessary, then turn around and go back. We don’t really need food, we don’t really need to get the mail, I don’t really need to go to the emergency room, I’m not bleeding that bad.