At work today it felt like the height of Summer, but back on my side of the peninsula it was almost the foggiest day of the year.
Constant fog (maybe I've mentioned this?) isn't my favorite, but sometimes a really heavy day of fog is fun - it's almost an experience. It makes me think of cold nights trick-or-treating, bare trees and a wet leafed ground. Getting dressed up for a warm Thanksgiving-time gathering. The smell of Christmas.
I never thought I'd say this...
but I'm excited for Winter.
