Foggy thoughts


The World can be a special place

I don't know about other desert dwellers, but I pay close attention to the weather. Probably my favorite is still snow falling quietly and blanketing everything in sight. Then there's the gullywasher rain where it feels like someone has turned on the firehose. But my choice for number three is rare.

It's fog.

I've always found fog romantic. It's one of the things I love about San Francisco, and I always feel cheated if I go there and don't get at least one foggy morning.

I think it's been about six or seven years since we had the last fog here, and it was pretty light. Not much more than an early morning haze.

Well, this morning it was more than a haze. Visibility was down to about sixty feet. It made my mango juice and honey run to the grocery store interesting. It justified building a fire (Fire Good thinks Neo). And it was pretty romantic even through a large window. The lady liked it anyway, even though my quiche didn't turn out quite the way I thought it should.

I probably spend too much time talking about the weather here. But I really think that's part of my Paganess. Is that a word? I guess it is now. Not just to experience the weather, but to feel it through your heart core to the tips of your fingernails and toenails.

I'm a child of the desert. I was born not far from here. Wind and sun and sand have shaped me all my life. To feel the kiss of the rain or the wet tendrils of fog against my skin is an amazing experience made better by it's rarity. Days like this morning are why the desert haunts my soul. And it's why the traditional associations of elemental water are exactly right for this time and place.

Big Bright Blessings, one and all.

Posted: Sat - January 24, 2009 at 01:21 PM
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