What can I say, I love the fog.
It reminds me of Baguio City, a city in northern Philippines, high up on the mountains. I am so glad that I went to college there and truly fell in love with the cool weather and the constant fog.
It was already raining when I woke up this morning, I could hear the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof in my attic apartment. No wonder I woke up later than usual.
The temperature was higher than what we have been having in the past, so even with the wetness from rain and melting snow combined, no one was complaining. It was time for the dirty snow and all that salt to be washed out. Down the drain.
On any given day, you would see the Willis Tower from here, but not today.
This is unusual, almost everyone stopped to take a photo of the river.