In spring, the fog rolls in low around the waters and hills of St. John's, but can still be clear to the sky if you are elevated above it. This was one of those evenings when the sun was setting a brilliant gold, sending rays of light diffusing through the swirling fog below. The view from Cuckold's Head next to Signal Hill is special and changes mood daily, but this time it was extra special, like something straight out of a fantasy novel.