Here the weather was my favorite kind of weather: beautiful fog with cool drizzling. It is ironic that in the British comedy As Time Goes By, the main characters are in LA to sell their story to Hollywood, and the male protagonist wishes for a drizzly day back in England, when he could have experienced just as much of a pleasant drizzle in Southern California by going to the coast (of course, in some months we get more of this than in others, particularly in May and June, where it is nicknamed “June Gloom”).
As I see it, the fog reminds me of the undiscovered nature of the life of the World to Come, and the glory of God, which like the terrain concealed by fog, might be revealed to us in the Eschaton as we walk towards us. And God historically concealed Himself in clouds of fog and of incense in the Old Testament before His incarnation, for example, on Mount Sinai. And there is the recurrent miracle of the mist atop Mount Tabor on the feast of the Transfiguration.