San Francisco Wandering Notes: Colliding with Fog and Frenzy in the City of Seven Hills
As the plane descended through a layer of milky white haze, I half-expected to spot skyscrapers piercing the clouds—your typical big-city welcome. Instead, what materialized below was a jumble of pastel-colored houses clinging to hillsides, all wrapped in a gauzy blanket that seemed to breathe. This wasn’t just fog; this was Karl the Fog, San…
