This morning was a foggy one. Not too common for South Florida. I still get caught up in the emotions of the mist just as I did when I was a child. I used to be enthralled with the ghostly weather and would scurry to a quiet place to create, pencil in hand, scratching a mysterious story into existence. As an adult, I still feel a connection with that young girl. Only now, in addition to the dash to my quiet place, I acknowledge the uncanny sensation of ties to those who passed. Who are now caught in a misty limbo of sorts, misconceived as haunters, who are the ones haunted. I can relate to their restlessness, their shadows. Memories, donned in disguise, creep in and stir up latent emotions that persist under the conscious radar. I am left, like a viewer seated on a cold, padded folding chair, in a darkened room. An old projector flashes images in black and white on the bare wall in front of me: wet children in soggy socks smiling, laughing their way down a slip and slide, mockingbirds shrilly calling, waiting, fluttering to land in my cupped palms, greedily gobbling crimson cranberries, a butterfly garden bathed in moonlight, the intoxicating, overwhelming perfume of night- blooming jasmine, being cradled, feeling safe, protected for the first time in more than a decade, by someone who was my home, although I had been displaced, whose frame wasn’t four walls and a roof, rather a soul enveloping embrace. The fog has lifted, somewhat, but the pregnant, gray clouds overtly hint at imminent, cleansing precipitation. . .
” wet children in soggy socks smiling”
awww so lovely…
such a wonderful, bittersweet memory!
Beautiful writing! I think there definitely is a connection between atmospheric conditions and the emotional/spiritual world.
Thank-you for paying me a visit!!!! Yes, I think there is 🙂
Gray Mist is a lovely piece of writing. The connection with that young girl is, no doubt, why you are able to capture a sense of the mystical in these words.
Thanks Debra 🙂 I’m glad you stopped by! xo
Great blog! I must admit fog and mist scare me. Maybe it is what is lurking behind it that is scary 🙂
Thanks for dropping by 🙂 Ha-ha. . .quite possibly. However, there have been many “sunny” days in my life that turned out to be completely deceptive!
There is definitely something in the air. My best morning walks are the ones where the mist is lifting and the sun is shining through. It is beautifully written, I do enjoy stopping by here.
Yes, this morning there was! Thanks for stopping by!!! The sun is out now 🙂
Love the photo of the street behind our home. My heart feels a bit heavy.
It was beautiful! It is beautiful and now sunny!
Love this! Such beautiful imagery I can actually feel it.
Thank-you!!!! It was a beautiful morning 🙂
WOW beautiful…I could feel it inside and chills outside…AWESOME ….XOXOXO
xo thank-you soooo much! hugs for the day!
beautifully written.
Thank-you Mary 🙂