I love to watch the different moods of the fog in the valley. Some mornings the fog fills the valley from top to bottom and I awake to find myself in a muted fog cocoon. Other mornings the fog creeps along the valley floor, it tiptoes in, then glides out. Yesterday morning I awoke to high fog.
As the sun comes up over the ridge behind the house it peeks between the ridge and the fog producing a stripe of sunlight on the ridge across the valley.
I may moan and groan a lot about the cold gray fog, but I would truly miss it if it were to disappear completely.