Fog

For over a week now I have been anticipating the explosion of heat supposedly awaiting the northwest this weekend. I have been yearning for the warmth – the balm of sun and temperate breezes. And what I have is a deep fog that seems to be camping over my house.

It feels heavier than it is, I suppose, but I can feel what I want the day to be. I want to enjoy a sunny day from sunrise to sunset. This is the time of year that my California roots take hold. I start to crave warm sandy beaches and clear, eighty degree days.

I stayed outside last night until after the sun had dipped behind the trees. It was close to nine o'clock and I had planted my tomato seedlings with the three quarter moon high over head. Summer Solstice is just over a month away and I realized that as we head towards the longest day of the year – the days themselves are so much longer right now. I felt lighter and happier under the clear evening sky then I have in a few days. In some ways, I have felt the fog surrounding me for the past couple of weeks. My personal vision has been directed inward because the external world feels so blurred. Whatever forces have conspired in my life to pull me into introspection are simply messengers. I have needed to sit and listen to the silence of the morning.