There is a fog over the earth today. Looking out the windows we see a cast of gray hanging over everything. The world looks different in fog. I love fog. I used to live in an apartment that was 9 stories up right downtown in a city. Every spring we would get lots of fog almost every day. I loved it. It isn't as gloomy as rain, yet it isn't jovial, yet there is some life there. There is some movement.
Nevertheless, fog isn't exactly the most frivolous weather known to man. It isn't freezing, yet not warm, not full of joy, yet not entirely absent of life. Maybe a black and red tie with an oxford shirt is a bit severe, but it feels just right. There is something utterly serious about this combination. I love color, yet I also love the sense that comes with something like this.