The day was beautiful, clear blue Californian skies. But out on the bay the fog had other plans. It was making its stealthy way in off the Pacific, and as I stood and watched it slowly engulfed the the lighthouse and the park around it, creeping in like something from a hideous B movie. No, actually, it was perfectly lovely, performing an ancient misty dance. Lighthouses on the Pacific coast of California are iconic. One automatically thinks of Hitchcock, though the one from The Birds is a good bit further up the coast at Bodega Bay. Fog, of course, goes well with lighthouses, a beacon in the dark, around it the wheel of seagulls, the salty sea spray in your face. I love that they stand there, solitary, emitting signals of hope…