Watched the marine layer come in off the coast. It moved faster than you would expect — a wall of gray sliding over the hills and pouring into the valleys like water.
We were up on Mulholland when it started. You could see the fog approaching from the west, a solid band of white that swallowed everything it touched.
Within twenty minutes it reached us. The temperature dropped, the air turned damp, and the view disappeared.
We drove home through it. The headlights made tunnels in the fog. The city was somewhere below us, invisible, muffled. A different LA entirely.