Monday, January 17, 2011
I rode through the fog this evening. Lovely, thick, dense fog that hugs the trees and seeps through my hair. I love to walk through trees in this kind of fog, or sit out on the cliffs and listen for the fog horns. It is the kind of fog that acts like a time machine and lets me be in any place in time. A beautiful, enveloping fog that makes the Universe a more intimate place. This is the fog of my childhood, that I remember with such longing and tonight it is all around me.