Posted on June 15, 2005 in Driving Weather
Fog in a spreading suburb of strip malls and cloistered developments deserves to be ignored. Fog of this kind merely washes out unnatural garish colors. I drove through some today as I went to meet a friend for lunch, the event of my week. The storefronts flashed by. Neither the hues nor the temperature (which was humid) heartened me.
Last night, I came home through a similar fog at about ten o’clock. The headlights of cars appeared over the seizures of ridges. A pair of suns mounted to a trophy plaque veered and advanced for each like a mild mania forseen. They got close without blinding me. I counted maybe a dozen of these along Santiago Canyon Road while specks of lost drizzle found my windshield and made tiny topazes on the glass.