We walked a bit earlier than usual today and the fog was so moody and lovely.    It softened all outlines, put half of Coronado in a shroud, and fuzzed up the skyline quite effectively.  Rather surreal, I think, in a comforting rather than threatening way.  I like the fog and its mystery and its peek-a-boo playfulness — blue sky is playing there towards the bottom — peek-a-blue!