Happy (Foggy) Fourth!

And yes, I'm back. I think. Not like I was really gone. Well, I did go home for about eight days. But that was three weeks ago. So I have no excuse for not writing.

Anyhoodle. Happy 4th of July! Or alternatively, happy Thursday to those of us in the UK or any other countries. It's always strange to know there is a big holiday in the states and it's just a normal business day in London. If we were back in the states we would have gone to our annual July 4th BBQ and fireworks show last night in Napa. Yes, it takes place on the 3rd it always has, but that's better because then you can celebrate twice. In San Francisco everyone is hoping for a fog free night so the fireworks are visible. Many past Fourths (or other various fireworks displays in SF) have seen the solid clouds light up with colors, everyone oohing and ahhhing over murky blobs and flashes, instead of the expected and hoped for giant bursts of color and sparkles in a clear night sky. Which leads me to this video...

This video has been traveling around the interwebs and twitterverse in the past few days. Having just been home, where the weather was not quite stellar (but still much, much, much, much....much better than London) I was reminded of how beautiful the fog can be. I went home because my mom was having a hip replaced (just a lil ole surgery. Hi Mom!) and her hospital room at UCSF had a gorgeous view of the tops of the Golden Gate and as per usual in SF, the fog rolling in. Here are some pictures from her room:

A few hours after surgery.

 Later that day (if I remember correctly). Same view, just with fog.

 The next day with the fingers of fog coming through the Golden Gate.

This video reminds me so much of home - the fog, the cold, the gray, strategically dressing for the foggy morning knowing you'll have to shed layers once the fog clears and it warms up (this describes basically every morning of my school aged life), starting to curse the fog after too many days of it, listening to the fog horn in our old apartment at night, and of course the beauty of it. Seeing it climb in, over, around, through the bridge, the hills, the bay, the city. Hopefully tonight the fog will clear so the fireworks are visible in San Francisco. But I must say the fog will always have a place in my heart. It's so San Francisco, so the Bay Area, and so, so pretty.

Happy hopefully fog-free Fourth!