A Kama Sutra of Fog
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4 min readNov 25, 2019
I’ve been penetrating Fog for years, at the Golden Gate. Fog is a living species, no less a native than beasts in the hills.
Our Fog is a beast with endless backs. Fog insists on being on top missionary style. This, no matter how much Ocean twists, turns, roils up, a supine beast in its own right. But Fog. Marine Layer indeed. Meteorologists snicker when they say that. Not I. I smile as I penetrate Fog. Even as its smallest…
