It's that time of year again here in the Pacific Northwest. The fog comes in during the night and it's there when I wake up, filtering the morning sun. I think it's beautiful. Somehow, it makes me feel cozy, like having a big fluffy down quilt wrapped up around my ears. Sounds are muffled and the world is simplified into big shapes of midtones and darks. Fog turns the whole landscape into a watercolor painting.