Fog over the bay
February mornings here start grey and stay that way until about eleven. I used to find it gloomy; now it is my favourite time to walk along the water before anyone else is out.
The pelicans do not seem to mind the fog at all. They fly low over the swell in a long line, barely moving their wings, and disappear into the white.
Coffee afterwards at the small bakery near the pier. Same order every week, which the staff find amusing.