This is the first summer I’ve ever spent away from the East Coast, and holy hell is it throwing me for a loop. Mid-summer in Northern California is fog season, so while my family in Tennessee and friends in Brooklyn were all sweltering—as one typically does in July—I was wearing hiking socks for morning walks.
Fog, at its most innocuous, feels like a h…
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