Down below this fiery soup is Berkeley and Richmond, looking to the north and west. Think of the Bay as a basin that fills up everyday towards sunset, snuggles under a blanket of fog overnight, only to have it burn off the next day around noon as the process repeats itself. That's summer here.
What was fun about this was watching the fog churn as it advanced over the area, slowly turning pink and then racing up the hill as the sun set. Once it starts to come over you, the air turns chilly, the sky turns dark, and it's time to go...