Rain and drizzle, then drizzle and rain. Repeat a half-dozen or so times throughout the day. In between, fill the streets with mist that thickens each time the rain stops.
I don't know whether such a recipe exists, but the weather-makers seemed to follow. Just because you think someone is making the weather, it doesn't mean you're a conspiracy theorist. Now, if you think the CIA is doing it, you're a Paranoid Conspiracy Realist. If such a category of people didn't exist before today, I take credit for inventing it.
All right. The weather really wasn't what most people have in mind when they envision the ideal beginning to a summer weekend. But there was something rather nice about it. At least I think so.
This photo was taken by Asterix 611. I didn't have my camera with me, and I didn't like the images I captured on my cell phone. But this one gives you a good idea of what I saw today. And I just happen to like it as a photo.
Judging from what I saw, the clouds hovered around 300 to 400 feet above street level. It's ironic for me to realize that the clouds today were even lower than the ones through which I pedaled in the Alps, Pyrenees and Green Mountains. Instead of a Stairway to Heaven, I'll ask the city to build a Bike Lane Through the Clouds. Then Portland will have nothing on this city!