I'm gonna go ahead and submit fog as my favorite weather.
It's never too hot or cold when it's foggy. Well sometimes it's too cold, but you don't notice it as much, cuz it's so darn foggy.
Rain can be annoying, snow turns to muddy slush, sunshine's too easy, overcast is gloomy. Fog is moody.
Sleet is horrible. Hail is hilarious, but destructive. Partly-cloudy is, I think, not really a kind of weather at all. Fog is definite, and it reminds me of the rolling hills of Ireland that I've never been to but want to go to because I imagine there's a lot of fog.
I know what you're gonna say. Fog obscures vision and causes crashes. In that case, don't drive. It's too foggy to drive.
It's mysterious, it's romantic, it's cloudy. It's fog!*
*Fog, now available in your local valleys and dales.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Fog
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when it's foggy I find myself thinking like Humphry Bogart talks in the Maltese Falcon.
"She knew what she wanted. She wanted me to miss her. She was 10 minutes late. She was a sly and sleek bus."
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