The little photo was taken a half hour ago. Right now, when I look outside I would not be able to see my own nose.Yikes, it appears as if I'm talking about the weather again. That may be a nice 'ice-breaker' for conversations with strangers on a bus, but I sometimes default to this topic when I've got nothing better to get off my chest. So, what's the crime in talking about the weather, he wonders? It's bound to happen in a place where the climate changes from season to season and the weather from day to day. After all, this is blog entry number 2195 in my eJournal and images.
Anyway, I sort of want to go on record for saying I enjoy winter fog. When arriving to live here more than a dozen years ago, it didn't seem to be a common winter phenomenon. I've heard that it really is a return to former times though. We get a bit more here in downtown New Westminster due to the proximity to the Fraser River. Still, today seems like one of those days when it's not going to lift at all. I like days such as this. Being enveloped in the mist seems comforting.