Fog City Thursdays

sure is foggy out there.
when you walk, the air encapsulates you...
feel it in your lungs
and in between your fingers.
the skin above my lip feels wetter
but my nose is not running
and it is very quiet
out there in the mists.
my breath disappears into the
fog
and
becomes whole again.
goodbye, sweet breath!


i like the way the fog makes me feel like i am
absolutely
alone
and i am reluctant to leave the house.
out there i am someone
but like my breath
i feel whole somehow.

that's the mood of the day.

it is getting dark so early!
when the clocks first go back in the fall
and the nights are quickly darkening..
i appreciate the moments of cool sunshine through the clouds -
i actually stop wherever and feel it on my face, my hands..
and as the world fades gray-blue and the chills
put their chilly fingers on my neck and
slide down my wrists to my elbows
and the Damp creeps in - but not too much..
ah, such a slightly mischevious feeling
and a reason to run inside to my cozy fire
and cuddle in my cabin!

It's hard to describe the first feelings of fall turning into winter and the magic of it all without it being cheese-arific. In a few weeks all the leaves will be off the maples and birches and we will settle into a winter routine. Excitement up to Christmas, waiting for nicer weather come January. Starting to find comfort in the winter months, though. You have to have hobbies, and be OK with yourself. I feel OK with myself.

Still need to tell you all about yesterday, but not now.
Some things to contemplate..

the end, for now!