This morning, gazing outside, I watch the fog drift through the treetops. This multitude of gray, muted varieties of darkness and light, both delights and calms me. Today’s chill holds a sharper bite: I re-befriend my sweaters. The gentlest of breezes activates the chimes upon my porch. So gentle, their movement imperceptible.
Northwest winter rains
Calming my mind deep within
Strange comforts I find
Such things reach deep into my psyche. Memories of early mornings, awake before everyone else, quietly reading. Such things being forth love and contentment. The glories of this northwestern life.
