I came out of work yesterday morning and there it was: dripping and damp. Yuck! I grew up in places where fog represents cold and bone chilling damp, fogged up visors and all the hassle of no visibility, wet roads and numb fingers. I was ready to wail all the way home.
But you know what? Key West holds up its end of the deal. Fog in 70 degrees is no big deal true enough, but my visor got mucked up, moisture inside and out, and my glasses got damp too, but this was more like a nice damp sauna, not an ice cave. And Key West looked different.
I am not a great fan of the gray tendrils, the soft focus stuff because I like the primary colors of bright tropical sunshine...but even the boring modern parts of Key West, the bits that matter to locals, look somehow more gentle under the influence of moisture suspended in air.
A cab driver washing his ride in the fog, on Stock Island. I was getting gas, around $2:75 a gallon. Demand destruction is doing odd things to the price of oil, at least temporarily.
Yea, fog. We get that once a year in the Keys...no problem!