Fog

Sometimes in Tucson, when it's raining or has just rained, we get low clouds here and pretend that they are fog. But there is too much variation in the sky to merit the term. Our desires get the better of our judgment.

Yesterday I heard the weather forecast for fog and thought there had been a mistake. But, sure enough, we woke this morning to real fog, the uniform sort. Looking out my home office's window, I can even see the glow of the sun behind the fog, getting ready to burn it off.

It may not be a miracle, but it's pretty close, like the Giants winning the World Series, if not the Cubs.