Monday morning Machiasport fog

Fog

virtually predictable as tides
the fogs rhythm is its own
wafting in and out
on white waves of air
engulfing flats, the firs,
dampening gulls, not spirits


The fog is lingering and blanketing the river, moving in from the Bay. T is working remotely today, I'm watching the hummingbirds fight it out at the feeder and falling into a new book, All The Light We Cannot See. We watched the Stateside final of Last Tango in Paradise last night and long for the next season, and Call the Midwives, and Downton...


For the Record,
This day came in with sun and fog, high 60s and perfectly lovely.


The view from the deck of our next door neighbors and fog over the river.

All hands healthy