Lovely. You sat me right down on a rock in the midst of this cold quiet space. Thank you. "... the woods are made small by fog, bound and softened..." Yes.
Love this. And the wild lands smelling the smoke blowing their way sigh with relief as mist shields them against the smothering heat. Saved for another year.
Isn't fog the most interesting atmospheric event? Everything feels more mysterious, and maybe more possible, because suddenly there are fewer finite beginnings and endings. Thank heavens for rain when it's needed. We are overdue, not because of fires but because of drought. Three days of chances coming up up, they say, 70% tomorrow, 50% the next. We need 2-3 days of 100% to make a dent in the deficit.
By the end of the month, snow starts falling in the high country. It’s how our “water batteries“ are recharged in the spring. Without the snow, water would be very scarce here by July and August
Lovely. You sat me right down on a rock in the midst of this cold quiet space. Thank you. "... the woods are made small by fog, bound and softened..." Yes.
Love this. And the wild lands smelling the smoke blowing their way sigh with relief as mist shields them against the smothering heat. Saved for another year.
Blessings 🙏
Isn't fog the most interesting atmospheric event? Everything feels more mysterious, and maybe more possible, because suddenly there are fewer finite beginnings and endings. Thank heavens for rain when it's needed. We are overdue, not because of fires but because of drought. Three days of chances coming up up, they say, 70% tomorrow, 50% the next. We need 2-3 days of 100% to make a dent in the deficit.
Lovely poem, Switter.
By the end of the month, snow starts falling in the high country. It’s how our “water batteries“ are recharged in the spring. Without the snow, water would be very scarce here by July and August
This is gorgeous.
Wonderful imagery captures the changes.