We’re having a foggy morning. Not the thick, compact kind — it’s more like a white veil has covered the old North End of Saint John … the part that I happen to see from my vantage point.When the colder air out in the Bay of Fundy meets the warmer, inland temperatures, fog is forming and I’ve read somewhere that Saint John has approximately 70 fog days a year! Hot summer days, it can be such a relief to wake up to ‘pea soup’, if you don’t handle heat very well.
Too early for that type of days yet, but still … it’s nice with a fog day!
Everything seems to be ‘quieter’ … almost ethereal. At night, when the fog is thick, it’s almost hauntingly mystical … when you only see the glow of the street lights, in the best of cases.
Sometimes, we get ground fog, like in this picture. This is exactly the view I have, from where I’m sitting now, except that it’s daylight now.
One thing sticks out in my memory from our first visits here — before we moved to Saint John. We stayed in a hotel, and our view was overlooking the harbour. To see those, huge, cruise ships arriving or departing in fog … that made a great impression on me!
I love the fog … I embrace it, but many people don’t, and move out of the city! I grew up with fog, and the only thing that’s missing is the sound of the foghorn! Gerry remembers it well — the foghorn of Saint John used to sit out on Partridge Island, and we had one back home in Härnösand too.