It has been gray, gray, gray with layers of fog on top for days now, which honestly has suited my mood down to the ground. Even on bright blue days, however, we have the fog. We always have the fog, thanks to this town’s proximity to various bays and inlets. For miles, ’til it reaches the tulle fog banks in the center of the state, there is the hide-and-seek of isthmus and island, swallowing swathes of houses, and enveloping hills. It’s a Bay Area Thing. Fog reminds us that we can never see the whole of a thing – but that no matter how we perceive it as is gone because we cannot see it, it remains, only hidden.
though clouds may intrude
and the earth rotate away
the sun is constant
♦
facts, despite wishing
remain. Inevitably,
after night, morning
Here’s to holding steady until the fog clears.
Gorgeous pics!
Lovely. Your thoughts about Bay area fog remind me of Elisa Kleven’s gingerbread boy picture book. 🙂
“I’ll eat a ribbon-candy street and spoon up fog like cream of wheat.”