We've had so much fog—and smog, I guess, or a mix of them, which is hard to coin a word for as "smog" is already a mashup. Perhaps smgog? Sfmog? Anyway, the smog lingers while the fog comes and goes, so there must be something different happening.
I love the fog and I get excited every time I go outside and feel that damp, misty presence in the air—like someone watching you. I love the way the temple disappears until you get right up next to it, and the way the fog curls and comes around the tree branches like moonbeams.
I like the fog at night when it makes the streetlights orange and everything feels slightly foreboding. But I might like it even more in the daytime. It's so surprising, and disorienting, to look outside and see all the landscape faded receding into that soft, grey light! I'm always a bit disappointed when the fog lifts and everything reappears and you realize there's nothing magical or mysterious out there, after all.
Fun to play in while it lasts, though. Goldie, of course, was running around a tree and chanting some song.
She was so light she was skimming around on top of the snow without ever breaking through.