The Fog Rolls Into Oakland

When I think of fog I always remember one specific moment in my childhood. I had just been dropped off at school early, an hour to 45mins before all the other kids got there. And it was foggy. Dense with an opalescent morning fog. I walked out into the field and it was covered in dry winter grass, a dull chartreuse shade. The kind of grass that if you sat on you'd be picking bits off your belongings and hair for days to come. I couldn't see 5 feet in any direction. You don't get much fog in Arizona. I actually can't ever think of a time in Arizona other than that moment where the fog was as thick. So when the fog rolls into Oakland we always go out and play.

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