More on fog

March 25, 2012 § Leave a comment

My Midwest has been making me supremely happy with these dewy, foggy mornings. I step outside and breathe in the air with a feeling akin to relief. We had these rarely in Colorado, and I am sure they were not quite the same. Not the same cool thickness, not the same soaked grasses.

Today I moved to Wisconsin; more on that later. But one of my last days in Iowa started with such a gray-white, England-like morning and I had to slide on shoes – even while still in my pajamas – to catch it.

Is it possible magic things can happen in nature’s fog? Does magic dwell there somehow?

Tiptoeing around outside, I swear I felt it seeping into my skin. I stopped. Hushed. Held out my hands in welcome.

Fog

March 23, 2012 § Leave a comment

A vision in white

March 6, 2012 § Leave a comment

On Friday I drove through the fog to rural Wisconsin. Spent several hours with good company, good conversation, and good food. I can’t say much more for now–other than that all of this, a chocolate lab, a few red barns, and a white-on-everything snowfall made what could have been a highly stressful day rather, instead, a gift.

A vision of the kind of place I want to be a part of. A few moments there. Gladness that others want it, too.

And then, you know, Wisconsin. It’s always seemed an invitingly beautiful state to me. (Pictures of the Minnesota/Wisconsin weekend forthcoming . . . once I track down my SD card reader . . . too easily misplaced!)

Home from travels, and considering others.

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