Day 294
I woke up the other morning to an odd light. I don’t mean there was a spaceship in my backyard – however exciting that may have been – but the lighting was well … odd.
I stumbled down the stairs as I do most mornings, in my “not yet awake stupor”, holding onto the wall with one hand and Moby’s collar with the other (I figure we both need each other for support on our descent).
The base of the stairs opens into the living room and the room, even with the blinds closed, was bathed in unusual light. And again, I thought it … odd.
I didn’t see why the lighting was as it was … until I got further through the house and could see out the windows. Well, I tried to see out the windows.
We were fogged in!
I let the dogs out the back door – glad we have a fenced in yard and hoping that I wouldn’t have to go fetch deaf and blind Dori from the swirling mists. The dogs walked out about 8 feet and disappeared!
It was cool. It was eerie. And I really hoped, as I stood inside the back door, that all that came towards me from the denseness were the dogs … and not, well … ZOMBIES!
It was a perfect zombie fog. Not that I know much about zombies or fog – but think Night of the Living Dead or any other horror film that has creepy guys, werewolves, zombies, the Creature from the Black Lagoon … they all come walking OUT OF THE FOG!
And I’m across from a cemetery … come on! Think about it!
So, to my relief … two little pug bodies and one large lab body emerged and came inside. No zombies.
Anyway … it was really beautiful in an odd, ethereal way. I sat on the couch for a bit watching the trees across the street come into view and then disappear again. I could see the swirling of the fog clouds as they enveloped the house and the trees and the fence. It really was quite something.
It made me glad I was inside … all cozy … and not out walking in it or worse – driving.
It reminded me of the last trip I took to the bay area with my mom. We were in a lovely restaurant in Sausalito – seated at a table next to the window overlooking the bay and the Oakland Bridge. There was a quartet playing a few tables away and we ordered wine and appetizers. It was wonderful. And as we sat, we watched the fog roll in and swallow up that bridge. It was amazing.
I guess I’d never really seen rolling fog before and it really does do just that … it rolls in and swallows up everything. It was quite phenomenal to watch.
Carl Sandburg wrote it as such …
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
This fog came in more on lion feet – heavy and big! And as far as fog goes – it was pretty neat while it lasted … even without the thrill and creepiness of zombies.