White Fog

Posted on May 21, 2006 in Weather

White fog has moved between the condominiums. The hilltop is as gas filling the top of a balloon and yet, heavy with sandstone laid down by ancient seas and concrete walls. Like every one of us, I stand on time’s undulations and sediments. In a generation or more, this land will be reshaped. An archaeologist may find the red bottlecap from the ginger beer that I sip as I write this. He may not know what to make of it. What has happened to me in the past cannot be undone because once the Universe lays down an era it cannot be undone or denied in good faith by suceeding generations though they may not know of it.

The white fog. I can stick my hand out in it and it will wrap around me like a glove, but that still does not make it fingered cloth.