We moved from Maine, where we were fogged in most of the summer, to Fire Island, where it was beautiful all summer.  The fog rolled in with us.  It’s been rainy and foggy for most of our stay.   We learned not to let it cramp our outdoors lifestyle though.  DH kayaked and I took a long walk to the library and back on the beach.  Today, the Fire Island lighthouse has peeked in and out of the fog.  I’ve begun knitting two projects, which I can work on during my 3 hour train commute (one way) tomorrow.