A foggy morning in Talk Story
- July 27, 2016, 3:27 p.m.
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Aloha…
As on many mornings here on the southern coast of Oregon… there is fog… water in it’s most mystical incarnation…
There is fog over the ocean… fog up the river… and fog in the forest behind my house…
I got up early (6 am) and went outside and sat on my back deck… so much fog overnight that water was dripping from the leaves on the trees… that pitt… pitt… pitt… sound that I find so delightful…
As I got lost looking at the fog… it is as though nothing else exists… the mist swirling among the branches of the trees… the filtered sunlight… and even the dull sounds of the animals waking up and scurrying about…
No wind… or perhaps just a bit of breeze stirring… I like to think of it as fog loves to cover… as wind loves to disperse…
It’s now early afternoon… and I have just returned from having lunch in town with friends… the fog is gone… replaced by clear blue sky…
And once again… I’m off to the beach… (yes… it’s still foggy at the ocean)…
A hui hou…
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