Yesterday was foggy, like the day before. This morning is too. It’s a strange persistant fog that lingers all day, obscuring details in the distance and the passage of time.
My Traveling Partner woke me, ahead of my alarm going off by about an hour. He was up with allergies and sinus congestion. It didn’t take me long to realize I wasn’t going to go back to sleep easily. I got up. He went back to bed. I hope he sleeps. For me, the day has begun. The fog doesn’t surprise me as I leave the house, it even seems to fill my head. The morning has a strange surreal quality. The music playing in the cafe adds to the effect; it is oldies, songs from another era completely. It brings to mind the cold war (somehow a “more innocent” seeming time) , and also Fallout (some variation of which my Traveling Partner and the Anxious Adventurer are playing).
I yawn, and sip my coffee. Really waking up fully is coming slowly, almost as if this moment itself is a dream from which I have not wakened. I’m not rushing it, though, I’m up early. There’s time to take it slow.
The storage move is finished. The Author, who is a good friend of many years, visits this weekend. In spite of the fact that the 19th is in no way about Trump, it’s still a federal holiday (for now), and it is a three-day weekend ahead. I’m looking forward to it. The estimate for the car repair was less than I expected it would be, and my insurance covers most of it. Small wins.
I find myself wondering what surprises lurk in the fog, and how long it will linger?
As early as it is, I’ve even got time for a walk. There’s a local “fitness trail” very nearby to the university library from which I generally work these days. It’s a level 1.5 miles, mostly open to the sky overhead, passing through a thin strip of trees along one side of a large-ish field that isn’t used for much that I’ve ever noticed, although it is kept mowed and never quite becomes a meadow. It is a convenient and relatively easy walk (not accessibly paved, though, and sometimes flooded in rainy weather). I don’t generally favor it, simply because it is wedged between a strip mall and a highway, and has little to offer in either quiet or view. In practical terms, though, it is quite convenient, lacks any notable difficulty, and is a measured 1.5 miles, and I sometimes walk it for those reasons. This particular human primate, the woman in my mirror, has an unfortunate and sometimes unhealthy attachment to “ease”. I chuckle at myself; I doubt that my fondness for ease is anything odd, if the freezer section of any grocery store is an indication.
I sigh. Breathe, exhale, and relax. Whatever the fog may hide from my eyes in the early hour of morning, soon enough the day begins in earnest, and it will be time to begin again. I wonder where this path may lead?
My thoughts wander on, leaving my footsteps behind.
Evening Light 