It's the time of year we generally label as "June gloom," which sometimes arrives after an extended period of "May gray." One of the joys of living by the ocean when temperatures are changing. On my morning walk over the hill, which began in bright sunshine, a change of wind direction brought this lovely stuff drifting into the canyon below.
It kept right on coming, filling the entire canyon and blanketing the town.
By noon it was gone, and we were all moaning about the heat. Come back, fog! Come back!