Some people who live in San Francisco complain about the fog, but those people are fools. The fog is one of my favorite things about this beautiful city - and there's no shortage of things to like about San Francisco. Sure, I love a sunny warm day (like today) as much as anyone - I love to get a little color in my pale Anglo-Saxon skin. But I don't whine and gripe when we're fogged in, which happens pretty regularly on top of Mt. Davidson where I live now (until I move into my own condo at year's end). I love the eerie, ethereal quality it imparts to reality - I feel that it's my own imagination, the interior of my mind, made visible.
Sometimes it's as thick as cotton wool, and we could be living in the midst of a dense rain forest, for all we can see of our surroundings when looking out the living room windows.
A dinner guest last night said, "I don't know of any other city that has fog like this." Someone suggested, "London," but even in London the fog doesn't persist the way it does here - sometimes lasting all day, or even days on end, without ever letting up.
But you won't hear this tiger complain...
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