When I say fog, you think of gray. Correct? To you fog is a color, a concept. On the Cape, fog is a way of life. It is infused into every day. It is blaired in and out with the regular sounding of the lighthouse. It rolls in off the harbor and physically invades Main Street. It sticks to the branches and drips from the trees in oversized droplets onto your car. It makes cold, wet. It is the embodiment of misery. It is a cold, wet, white, dampness. It is like walking into the night, into the black of night, in the day - only it's white.
In a sense it is magic, mystery and illusion. Thick, dense, whiteness.
It is a beautiful misery.
It is NOT mist. Mist is confetti compared to this. It is a cloud in which you live.
Until - it is gone.
Replaced by wind, which is worse, unsettling, disturbing, unrelenting. Angry.
Today the foghorn sounds, though fog is not imminent, at least not here. And - there is no wind. The water so blue, with a tinge of green. The sand so tan. A palette to paint your world, your room, your home.
And to then whitewash.
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Greening Up
With morning comes another bleak walk on the Cod. Less fog, but no less gray.
Although now, the skies look promising - the day is brightening up.
Yesterday's head pain did not grow into a migraine. I am hoping the same goes for today. Once again woke with an aching in my head that I have chosen to ignore because taking the triptans render me useless and retire me to bed - for the day. So far so good...
Although now, the skies look promising - the day is brightening up.
Yesterday's head pain did not grow into a migraine. I am hoping the same goes for today. Once again woke with an aching in my head that I have chosen to ignore because taking the triptans render me useless and retire me to bed - for the day. So far so good...
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Nature versus the Weather
Nature says spring is on its way. The weather says, gloomy, dreary, and gray.
Signs of Spring
This morning while waiting for the bus, Charlie and I were looking for signs of spring. The thought was sparked by a homework assignment which we will complete later today.
The past two or three days have been gray and dismal with fog so thick that you wake up in a cloud; the driveway and surrounding areas are as wet as if rain has fallen, only it hasn't. So perceiving spring doesn't seem likely - only, spring is on its way.
It's all around us, in the little things. And the more you look, the more you see. Fresh tender leaves poking out of yesterday's dormant brown branches. The greens of crocuses already three or four inches high.
Daylight savings beckoned spring to come and it has. Hurray. Today, the Rude and I make our way down the beach. And my head only hurts a little. Here's hoping it burns off with the fog..
The past two or three days have been gray and dismal with fog so thick that you wake up in a cloud; the driveway and surrounding areas are as wet as if rain has fallen, only it hasn't. So perceiving spring doesn't seem likely - only, spring is on its way.
It's all around us, in the little things. And the more you look, the more you see. Fresh tender leaves poking out of yesterday's dormant brown branches. The greens of crocuses already three or four inches high.
Daylight savings beckoned spring to come and it has. Hurray. Today, the Rude and I make our way down the beach. And my head only hurts a little. Here's hoping it burns off with the fog..
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