Fog. Not a big fan, at all.
In Zurich, there was fog, quite a bit of it. From September
until November, a seemingly solid blanket of fog descended on the valley. This
was the same in Zug as well. So, for months, if you lived under the fog line,
you would be in this grey soup wondering what happened to the sun and beginning
to suffer rickets.
OK maybe not that bad, no one got rickets.
There was an escape however. You could live above the fog
line in one of the higher towns and villages, or on the weekend take a train to
a mountain village and soak up as much sun as you could in a few hours. This
was quite common, the weekend exodus to the sun. This dichotomy led to the
saying “Unter grau, oberer blau”, which translates roughly to gray below and
blue above.
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But hey I live in Sacramento, that is all behind me now.
Ah, sorry, no.
Sacramento fog it turns out is just as bad, well not really. It does try to
clear out in the afternoon, not very successfully though. The past few days
(weeks? months? eons? – OK it’s been two days…). It is a thick fog as well.
Some days I can’t see across the street. Damp, dark and spooky. Meanwhile, I
have a friend at the edge of the central valley sending me pictures of piercing
blue skies. Rub it in.Unter grau, oberer blau indeed.
