Fog is not unknown in the Florida Keys, land of perpetual sunshine. But, like the occasional winter cold snap it is rare enough to cause comment. As a general rule I am not fond of fog. It combines the worst meteorological elements all into one. It's cold wet and it mutes sound and destroys visibility and if you're on the water or on the road it makes the simplest journey disorienting and at worst dangerous. I have no appreciation for its artistic enhancements of daily life.
Actually I have some night time pictures of Old a Town I will post later and as reluctant as I am to write it, the fog does look...interesting. But on my way home in the middle of the night driving home from a short shift the fog was surprisingly thick and impenetrable. I was in the car because Cheyenne wanted to come into town with me so I let her wait in the car, not her favorite place, while I worked.
During the day this bizarre fog makes the Keys look like a California summer day. The cloud hangs low over the water, the penetrates it here and there and the air is crisp and unnaturally cold. All I can think of is standing on the cliffs in Santa Cruz looking out over the roiling Pacific Ocean and wishing I were in a warm place. Fog changes everything, and not for the better, no matter how artistic I think I may want to be. Fog sucks.