Freezing Fog 30 December 2015


Gosh, the fog moved in overnight such that I felt what I think it must feel like to be lost at sea this morning. My face mask froze up in the first quarter-mile making it feel like I was wearing a neck brace. It wasn’t slick on the dirt, but it was a wet kind of cold that sunk into my bones-it took a while to get warmed up. Stepping back into the garage to dig the gravel out of the grooves of my shoe tread, my pony tail started dripping.

Still, all my rabbit friends were out and about, scampering to and fro about their business. I’m not sure exactly what that is, but I think it entails a lot of frivolous frolicking. I can’t IMG_0325make heads or tails of their tracks, and today they big black spots on the road, instead of their usual early morning grey. I wish I could capture them with my camera, but they are far too illusive and I am too slow on the draw.

I love the way the grey fog sets off the Christmas lights, like a bunch of warm glowing flames that still the chill in the soul. I’ll let our Christmas lights linger past the new year, after all the cookies and fudge are gobbled, the needles from the tree vacuumed, the ornaments and tinsel tucked away, and the cards a fond memory. I have to let go of Christmas gradually, and drag myself into the next new beginning.

About Sally Gerard

I am a writer, runner, teacher, singer, guitar player, mom, lover, coffee drinker, hunter, antique tractor driver, horsewoman, sister, and lover of the outdoors. Did I mention that I love lighthouses?
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