Today was a day of magnificent clouds, pale green whitecapped waves, and mountains.  Mountains always loomed there in the distance, touched by fog or snow, flanked with thick rows of stiff-needled firs.  They faded in and out of view, the wind blowing down from them suddenly cold and smelling of ice.

Last night Phil and I walked in the dark a long way.  First, down the hill along the sidewalks, then over the freeway and into town.  On the way back,  after a stop for hot chocolate, the wind began to gust hard enough to blow off my hat.  It made me laugh to be outside, my body touched by something other than a soft cushion and incandescent light.  I thought I'd wake up sore today, but I didn't.

Returning to yourself feels like calm water after it's been whipped by wind.  The churning changing colors vanish and become still; your surface smooth, reflecting only the sky.

Comments

[ninna]

hi! i googled my name "nina" and came across your blog. cool isn't it?

[Michelle]

A lovely post, I could picture being there.

[Kimberly]

Lovely writing and foto, Janeen.

[Phil]

Nice pic, foto stud!

[Rhea]

Gorgeous! I was wondering where you were as I have stumbled upon your old blog several times. Glad to find you.