CAT FEET?

This image is for my sister-in-law. This pictures is a view from my apartment, a view of what January, February, and a good deal of March looks like in SF. Not warm. But not cold. Foggy.

"The fog comes in on little cat feet."

Carl Sandburg wrote that about Chicago, but today it's helping me feel connected to here. And, despite what I may write here at times, I find the fog rather friendly and non-judgmental. I appreciate its consistency and predictability. More later...