Saturday, January 30, 2010
An unusual morning
On the short list of things I miss about living at the beach, fog ranks near the top. Not to be confused with those grey days that are now referred to as May Gray, or June Gloom, but honest to goodness, thick as pea soup fog.
Once in a blue moon (figuratively), I'll see fog here in my little part of the world. I've seen it roll down the Rio Grande, and from here it looks like a giant white caterpillar crawling along the mesa below us. This morning I watched it come up the mountain towards me, like it knew I didn't really want to be up this early and it was pulling the covers back over my head. I stepped outdoors to take this photo and the instant the air hit my skin, it brought back memories of a nine year old girl growing up in East L.A. and having the special treat of ice skating in the Paramount ice rink.
So for now...onward through the fog. Have a good weekend.