Makes the air so soft. You can feel it almost-rain. Like Providence-ing. In Providence, it was either raining, about to rain, or just finished raining. That is, for 3.5 seasons of the year, anyway. And when it felt like you should wring out the air, I called it Providence-ing. Misting. Or almost-misting. And it smells good, and feels like cat-paws, patting your skin.
I like that kind of air, and I like how it creates an atmosphere where edges blend, everything is blurred, outlines are gentled. (Gentled — like gentling horses. Our society needs gentling…but that’s a different blog, one I don’t care to write right now!)
So folks here often complain about the marine layer. They demand their sunshine. I don’t. I like those foggy, grayed, atmospheric Japanese brush-painted landscapes, too. When I get myself to Japan someday, I will particularly request some fog, please. Meanwhile, behold the marine layer.