The fog had been creeping in since we woke up. The radio said the San Mateo Bridge, south of us, was fogged in, but we didn’t have fog. Then. … The fog from the south showed up at our doorstep.
7:54 a.m. 
9:08 a.m.: The fog is hugging the underside of the Bay Bridge. The cars heading west come out of a cloud and into the sun, then head back into a cloud.
9:09 a.m. : Some birds hanging out in the notorious cypress tree down hill from us. Watching the fog that’s crept over the bay.
The cranes over at the Port of Oakland on the east side of the Bay are just barely visible above the fog.
10:06 a.m. An hour later, the fog begins to clear and a sunny, San Francisco fall day appears. Not unexpectedly.
The crows rule the cypress roost. Later they’ll make way for the parrots. There are a variety of bird types that share turns watching from the lofty perch. The only bird that’s unwelcome by all is the hawk.
