Something is always a little off for me on foggy days. Very much like energy. Just as the city was covered with a blanket of fog, I find myself melancholy on foggy days. Well not melancholy, but rather reflective. I’m always a little less optimistic and always a little more internal. The same way fog covers over the horizon there seems to be a haze that comes over us as well in general on foggy days versus sunny days. They’ve done studies about this. Parts of the Pacific Northwest, Seattle in particular which sees so few sunny days tends to have more depressed, down trodden and anxiety ridden residents. I have a few friends that have left the north for greener or rather sunnier pastures. They tell me they just couldn’t handle the hazy days anymore. They needed some sunshine. It’s much like those who work overnights and end up melancholy. I’m not knocking the overnight shift. Trust me. I’ve done it all too many times. I had to pay my dues big time when I was first starting news. I worked every over night shift there ever was. I worked the 11pm to 7am, 3am to noon, midnight to 9am. I think 3am to noon was the worst because it kept you stuck in the middle. Waking up at 1:30 was much harder than getting up at 9pm or 10pm to go to work at 11 or 12 at night. For me at least, but I had many a conversation with fellow overnighters about the difficulty and depression that inevitably would set in over us after a span of time. So much like my overnight days, the foggy days cast a little shadow of sorrow, sadness, reflection, gloom, etc…..I love foggy days and overcast days and the winter months, but a little incremental sunshine will surely brighten up our day. I can take the fog in doses. Big or small, but doses, not always and forever.