It’s usual to have morning fog here – it’s a saving grace, actually. Fog = salvation from flames of hell consuming everything. Also, in the mountains, it provides an astonishing amount of water to trees, etc. I like a sunny morning as much as any person, but I appreciate foggy mornings a lot, too.
Usually on our side of ‘the hill’ the fog burns off sometime between 9 and 11 a.m., but often it lingers at the coast, and it has really lingered this week! We don’t mind, though. There is something different and peaceful about the beach when it’s emptier, when sweaters are needed. That’s when we explore.
Gently poking a sea star, which we left to wash back into the surf… wanna make me angry? Pick up one of these and tote it back to your blanket, then play with it. Hello!! It’s ALIVE, people… anyway! :)
However, the sun did make a brief appearance after Little Guards was over, and we were also pleased to explore a little more in the glittering afternoon.