Foggy Jogging

When I stepped out the door this morning, it was foggy and dark. Even at 6:45am, an hour later than when I usually leave the house, it was incredibly dark and I was a little nervous to leave the house. I actually turned back in to put on another layer since I was only wearing a t-shirt.

I headed up toward the Panhandle. The headlights of the cars flying down Oak St. were trying to cut their way through the moisture in the air. When I reached the park, the street lamps were still on. The orange globe of lights were shrouded in fog. It reminded me of being in London years ago, and walking through the streets at night. But, I wasn't walking through London. I was jogging through a park in San Francisco.