It was around 4 pm and the rock (that’s it, at the top of my blog) was wrapped in fog. It was one of those beautiful things that simply doesn’t translate into a photo…I tried and it looked just ordinary.
The fog was incandescent with a bright sun behind it, so it was whiter than white, thick and wispy at the same time.
The wind was blowing rather snapishly, so the whole coastline was just soft and bright and beautiful. No fog in town, about a quarter mile up from the beach. And today it is clear and bright and warm…barefoot weather.
So I am curled up, knitting on the patio, thinking how lucky I am to be me.