A Week of Fog

It’s almost like there’s an anti-summer going on here in Chicago.

For the past week, a dense layer of fog has settled over trees and roadways, obscuring the sun, stilling the winds, and sending cool wisps of moisture across my face.

Fog at the end of the road

It’s bizarre seeing everything masked in a calm, chilly coat of off-white.

Pink roses, foggy street

It makes me wish that things were draped in fog all of the time.

Weeping willow

It’s late June, nearly July, and yet I’m still wearing socks to bed.

Cobweb

And when I wake up in the morning and glance out the window, there it is, wafting, drifting, cooling, gathering…

Boats in Fog

…waiting to greet me.

All photos by G. 

Foggy Pier & Beach

On Saturday, it was 80 degrees and I played tennis outside. On Sunday, a thick wave of fog rolled in from Lake Michigan, enshrouding buildings,  coiling around trees and lampposts. Then last night it started snowing. Flurries in the middle of April? There’s no such thing as strange weather in Chicago.

Yellow boat

I find fog delightful. There’s something comforting about its haziness; you get the sense that you can hide among the closely-packed water droplets. It also reminds me, however vaguely, of when I lived in California. Sometimes the fog would get so thick that you could barely make out the houses across the street. And once, when driving home in Illinois, a fog storm rolled in, and I had to concentrate on the bright yellow line on the side of the road to avoid succumbing to the mist.

Waves, pier, sand

If you’re not referring to the weather, “fog” takes on another connotation–one of bewilderment, confusion, and uncertainty. But that’s not how chilly mist makes me feel; if anything, fog has a clarifying effect on my mind. Perhaps it’s because you have no choice but to pause and wonder at the whipped vapor that calmly diffracts the light, casting a gentle pallor over everything. Fog is a break from sunshine, from rain, from snow and sleet and storms.

Beach look 500x 300 pixelsl

And so there I am, staring out over Lake Michigan, breathing in the drizzled air and wondering where lake meets sky.

All photos by G.