The Fog

This morning was full of fog.

There's only one good thing about fog in the morning. When it's still dark and you're trying to pull out from a spot that's normally difficult to see if anyone's going to come speeding out of nowhere, the fog gives you advance warning of the headlights.

This was taken on Ingleside Ave, just below Clarendon, about 8 o'clock this morning.

Once it's light enough for people to turn their headlights off, things can get very dangerous in the fog. Especially in neighborhoods with narrow streets when kids are on their way to school.

Fog is the opposite of a mood elevator, as far as I'm concerned. It makes everything grey, muted, and dull. But, like any other aspect of weather in New England that we can carve out plenty of time to complain about, it usually doesn't last very long.

Mark Twain once commented about New England weather by saying, "If you don't like the weather, wait a minute." But there's another aspect to New England weather that we who choose to live here comment about hardly at all. We have to be masochists. It's a matter of banging your head against a wall, because it feels so good when you stop.