At 7:07 I padded barefoot into the kitchen to put the kettle on before drawing a bath. I had overslept.
The fact that I could not see the lighthouse caught my attention. Fog. A dense fog bank was shrouding the marina.
Very shortly my whole building was swallowed up inside the cloud. I could have stood on my balcony nude and nobody would have known.
As I was pulling out of the parking garage, it occurred to me: with these cold temperatures, the fog might have frozen onto the surface of things. Just as I thought it, my eyes beheld it: every tree, bush, and blade of grass was coated in rime.
Nobody had a camera.
As I drove away from the marina and toward downtown, I saw that it was only the quarter mile or so around my building that was effected by this phenomenon. How I wish it had stretched for miles!!! I would have run inside the building to find a student… any student… and pulled her outside to see the magic fairy dust caking every branch, twig and leaf in sight.
On my younger sister’s birthday, April 4th, about a million years ago, we had an ice storm that coated all the trees with about a quarter inch of ice. It was like the world was suddenly made of glass.
I remember one or two like that when I was a child in Arkansas. Neat, eh?
Beautiful! xoxo