When I stepped out the door this morning, I was met almost immediately by a wispy bank of fog, hanging over the car ports across from the front door. I could barely see the entrance to the complex down at the end of the driveway and the space in between was rendered misty and indistinct by streamers of fog.
This must have been a tule fog creeping down from the delta, because it was low to the ground and dense and it lay only in the Diablo Valley. Once we punched through to the other side of the hills, the day was clear and bright with high blue skies and golden sun tinting the few wisps of cloud that traced through the blue.
The fog turned the night even colder than usual, the sheets in Julien’s crib were like ice when I rolled over to tuck him back in after a pre-dawn feed. Instead of sliding him into an icy bed, I grabbed his thermal receiving blanket and pulled it in under the covers with us, warming it with the heat of our bodies. When it was warm enough, I spread it over the cold sheet, tucking it in for safety and then slipped him into the warm cocoon of his blankie. He grunted and stretched when I moved him, little hands arching up above his head, then lowering, one of them spreading out over the surface of the blankiet, fingering it then going lax as he settled back into sleep.
Victor had kicked all of his covers off of course, so tucked him back in too and covered him over with my quilt, which still held residual heat from me. He curled deeper into it as I tucked it around his shoulders, most of his head vanishing into its folds so that only the top of his head, his nose and a hint of eyelashes on pale skin were visible.
I bundled up before I left, in scarf, hat and windbreaker, my own breath steaming out to join the mists all around me. Walking along the sidewalk, I could only see maybe 15 to 20 feet in front of me until I hit the main intersection down by the highway on-ramp. Then the visibility stretched just enough to let me see the ghosts of the cars speeding along the highway itself, only to vanish into the gloom of the underpass.