engulfed

“the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.” ~ Sanober Khan

scenes of a foggy morning

I’ll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I’ll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves. A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and…

into the mist

“Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.” ~ Mary Oliver losing myself in the fog yesterday close to 60 degrees, it felt like spring today…

the silence

of the mist on the pond in the early morning

fogged in

on the weekend before Memorial Day, my husband and I took a few days off down Maine every year we stay at the Nonantum Inn in Kennebunkport it’s a tradition that we’ve carried on for years now and it’s so wonderful that they know us and always leave us a nice “welcome back” note in our room this year was a bit different as…