Of Hill and Mind

The fog in the hills
Mimics the fog in my mind.
‘Twill be a long day.

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One Foggy Night

The fog wove in and out of the trees, making the dark of night seem even darker. The light from my high beams disappeared into the void, swallowed whole by the night. I’d driven this road every night for as long as I could remember, yet tonight it felt new. Strange. Ominous.

I heard it as I rounded the curve, a kettle’s high, whining song, only much, much louder. Home was just within view, and just out of reach. And then, engulfed by a blinding fireball, it was gone.

I sat for a moment, watching the blaze. And then I backed up, turned around, drove into the night till the flames were no more than a memory. The fog wrapped itself around my car as I drove, and I let it envelop me like a warm blanket.

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Lake of Fog

It was rainy and dreary here on Monday, then foggy as anything yesterday morning. Nothing inspires me quite the way fog and rain do, especially at this time of year. Add to that “Gretchen am Spinnrade,” which has been getting a lot of play on my iPod, and I quickly found myself in Inspiration City. This piece has been brewing for a couple of days, and I hope you like it. 🙂

The steady beat of the rain on the glass echoed the steady beat of her tears on the floor. The fog on the lake mirrored the fog in her soul, and she wore it the way she’d have worn a comfy old coat. If she could just find him, she could make him see. If she could just find him, then she’d be free.

But the fog hid more than her drooping frame, and the rain did wash freedom’s sun away. She searched through the windows, tore open the door, but the fog hid her love forevermore. She climbed up the mountain, looked high and low, but the fog hid everything in the valley below.

Then a flash caught her eye and without hesitation, she stepped into the sky. She dove toward the lake where he’d rested his head on a pillow of stone, with sand for a bed. But a trick of the light was all it had been, and the freezing cold water welcomed her in. The bitter blue waves stole every breath; with tears in her eyes, she at last greeted Death.

The steady beat of the rain on the glass echoed the steady beat of her tears on the floor. The fog on the lake mirrored the fog in her soul; she wore it the way she’d have worn a comfy old coat. If she could just find him, she could make him see. But she never could find him; she’ll never be free.

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Photo 365 #251: Over and Done

foggyMy mind’s a fog – I
Can’t think, can’t focus, can’t wait
For this day to be

Over.  I’m gonna
Sleep for a week.  Maybe more.
I’ll sleep for as long

As it takes for this
Fog to vanish back into
The ether from whence

It came, and I pray
That ’twill stay there forever.
I’m done with this fog.

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Photo 365 #219

It was another foggy morning yesterday:

foggyroad

And this is the good fog – about a mile north of our house, I drove into a foggy wall, and I didn’t come out of it till I got to work.  I actually drove past the county line without realizing it till five miles later when suddenly the road curved to the right.  It was crazy.

I wish I could have stayed home and enjoyed the fog through the window, pencil and paper in hand.  What do you think of the fog?

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Photo 365 #215

This morning I was treated to a beautifully foggy sunrise:

foggysunrise

That’s the town a couple miles from my house.  Despite the fog, you can see pretty much the whole town in this picture.

I love how well this turned out!  Foggy mornings are just so inspiring. 🙂

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Writing 201: Fog

The next poetry post is about fog. I often find fog inspiring, especially for more thoughtful posts, but I’m not entirely sure this lives up to the elegy form we’re supposed to be trying.
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Misty Mourning

An owl hoots in the distance,
Its mournful song piercing the mist.
My heart beats in time
With its call,
Yearning for my love to be
Returned.

Alas, ’twill never be,
For he roams the lands of night
For all time,
Carrying my heart,
My soul, and my peace
With him always.

The swirling mist soon hides
The owl, and his lonely song
Fades away,
But in my heart I hear it still,
A kindred soul tormented,
Like me, till the end of time.

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Photo 365 #57

Yesterday started off with a delightful fog before giving way to heavy showers in the afternoon.  Today is wonderfully chilly (wonderful weather for eating chili) and windy.

foggycorn

I guess it’s safe to say that Summer is well and truly gone and Fall is here at last.

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