First, I would like to state: I love fog. I love the way it rolls across your path. I love the way it looks like it’s coming at you and then it feels like nothing. I love the fact that for a little while it is just me, myself, and I while everything fades away into it. I love the way it reminds me of London. I love how it reminds me of 3rd grade and playing tag in fog so thick we couldn’t see our own hands so we’d walk into each other and yell, “Tag! You’re it!” and then walk away much to the chagrin of whoever was…