something about foggy mornings
allows one to ease into the day
I walk a little slower
Tag: by the sea
rhythm
she finds comfort in routine
the ebb and flow
the rhythm
of everyday
even when it’s rough
especially when it’s rough
mostly foggy
a few days in Maine
“Mornings meant ‘thick o’ fog’ that caught on rooftops and dripped, blurring weathered gray shingles while barely muting the deep pink of rosa rugosa or the hydrangea’s blue. Wood smoke filled the air on rainy days, pine sap on sunny ones, and wafting through it all was the briny smell of the sea.”
~ Barbara Delinsky, Sweet Salt Air
winter sea
we took the backroads
exploring off the beaten track
under changeable skies
by the sea
ending with the best clam chowdah
and a few beers at the local pub
we walked back to our hotel
on the mostly empty streets
in the dark
Licht Years 