Cold, wet, gray, fog is not my favorite thing. I love sunshine, warmth, blue skies and bright flowers.
There was a time at college that fog settled in and stayed for two weeks. Two weeks of gray, damp and cold. That was the first time I remember a depressive feeling settling on me whenever I went outside. Oh for sunny days and a warm south wind bringing the aroma of cows. Yep, that's what it brought. And a nice hour-long bike ride in the sun, a tennis match or a long run. Those were happy days.
Now, for the health of my skin, the fog is probably better than the drying sun. Some say that before the deluge of Noah, there was water above the atmosphere. That may have protected their skin and their DNA from ultraviolet rays. That may be one reason why Methuselah and his sons lived hundreds of years.
Okay, so there's good and not so good about fog. Still, fog is not my favorite thing.