Fog.

I'm no stranger to the fog being a native San Franciscan.  But boy did I have a new experience with it here this week.  I woke up Friday morning thinking that it was the middle of the night because it was still dark (no daylight savings around here).  But my alarm soon buzzed and when I got up to look out the window I saw that I was staring at nothing but white.  I thought I was seeing things incorrectly so I looked out from the other side of the apartment.  Nope...still nada (on the visibility).

Thinking that visibility was better at ground level, I headed downstairs after breakfast.  I was wrong.  I hesitated getting on my bike, but realized that I still needed to get to school.  So off I proceeded...with sometimes only five feet of visibility.  You could either applaud my bravery or shake your head at my stupidity (there were still lots of people biking...Ch. people are amazing, what can I say). I couldn't tell when I was about to cross the street, much less what color the light was.  I don't think I've ever gripped my bike handles that hard, bracing myself for whatever would emerge from the midst.  Shao lan did not fail me.

I arrived at the intersection across the street from my school and spotted another teacher (after getting real close).  I had my face mask on, which I probably made me even more unrecognizable.  He remarked, 'are you cold or something?'  To which I said 'not really' (I hadn't noticed being cold because I was so scared of just making it to school okay).  He continued, 'because your eyebrows have ice on them.'  I don't think it was really ice, just condensation from the fog.  Great, I thought to myself.  At school I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and realized how horrible I looked...something akin to a wet dog look.

I shall not bemoan the fog in SF again.