Thursday, December 2, 2010



Scary. Is it?

The fog. Ah there’s nothing like it.

It’s only scary cause you cant’ see where we’re going. Not to worry there’s still a road out there. No there is. Trust me, I can see it. Can’t you, silly? Really? Look. There’s the line. Keep looking. Straight ahead. Feeling a little better about that?

Do I mind? Not at all. I never mind driving in the elements. The fog happens to be my favorite. Reminds me of what life might be like living in the clouds. The mist crawls down the mountains, across the land until it creeps into your bones. And if it ain’t creeping into your bones then it’s creeping into the dead man’s bones.

Ever hear that one? About the dead man and the coldness in his bones.  Well, let me tell you then…

The dead don’t much like the fog. In fact, they’ll sooner turn over in their graves than welcome that cold air into their bones. You have to understand that a dead man will protect his bones like you won’t believe. He’d chase down a man to the depths of sea to get his bones back. Nothing can stop him. Something about the cool mist separates a dead man from his bones. Can’t see ‘em or feel ‘em. Mistakes them for gone. Sends him out howling across the land looking for something that ain’t much further than his arm or leg, but he can’t see that. Oh, but he’ll search. Damn near, walking across every inch of that rolling cloud looking. And if you come across him, this dead man with an obsession, count yourself warned. Cause even though he might have his arm or leg, that won’t stop him from taking yours. Just like that one right there!

Scary, is it?

300. The fog. Absolutely love it. Driving in it. Walking through it. Something about living in a cloud. Those foggy days in SF remind me most of life in the clouds. Favorite thing when I was younger was watching it roll in and envelop everything in its path like an oversized hand grabbing a hold. A little like this...

fog. golden gate. sf. 2007. 

Anyway, felt like a little storytelling within the story, if you know what I mean. Enjoy the day, the weather, and whatever comes your way. kisses. m.

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