How foggy was it?
It was so foggy that when we walked past a clump of trees, the condensation dripping off the branches sounded like an approaching thundershower. I like the fog. It gives the morning some character, adds a little mystery to the banal chore of picking up canine feces with a plastic bag-encased hand. I'm glad I don't have to drive in it, and it makes the school bus late, but I like the fog.