Foggy night – Photo: L. Weikel
Fog
As within so without.
In the vicinity of my home, a couple of alerts have gone out this evening warning of the presence of heavy fog.
It’s true. It’s thick out there.
Just now, I went out on my porch and took a shot at trying to capture the fog on my phone’s camera. The result is above.
The weather has been downright weird for about a week now. And life in general has struggled to mirror it. Things feel out of balance; skewed. Shrouded in obfuscation.
Clarity
The opposite of encountering a fog bank, I’d venture to guess, is a condition of crystal clarity, when everything within eyesight is discernible in high resolution perfection.
What happens when we encounter a fog bank? We’re pressed to rely on other senses. Not so easy when one is driving a car. But easier, somewhat, if standing around or walking in the thick. Our ears prick up. Our skin tingles. We rely less on sight for clarity and more on an overall bodily sensing.
This post is a bit foggy, I’ll admit. I’m trying to locate some other senses through which I can discern some clarity, but am finding only the desire to sleep.
I was surprised, when I went outside to take in the fog, to see a bunny hop out from the dripping hosta carcasses and scamper onto my driveway. It’s not common to see rabbits this time of year. Even less common to see them well past midnight in the dead of a January fog.
Playing with fire, I’d say. That rabbit could easily become owl food if it’s not careful.
Caught him! But where’s the fog? Weird – Photo: L.Weikel
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