I love foggy damp mornings.
It was one of the mornings where I wished that everything was slow and that there would be time to take a picture while driving.
The sun was a big orange disk in the sky all the way in. I used to wonder how west side people managed with the sun in their face everyday on the way in to work.
I ought to have been wondering about what I was missing, not seeing the sun in the sky every morning as it rose.