My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The New Year is like a misty, foggy day at the beach. You can see what's right before you, and barely discern what's coming in the near future, but what's way out there is lost in the hazy unknown. As you push ahead, cautiously moving forward, step-by-step, it comes into focus and isn't so daunting.
Her long, weekend getaway wasn’t going so well. She’d hoped for sunshine and fresh air, and all she got was rain and fog. Based on her weather app, it was already sunrise. Based on what the weather looked like outside, she couldn’t tell where the sun was. The low clouds were so thick, they drowned … Continue reading Fog in the trees
In that moment between truth and a dream, where the mist is lingering, you make a choice. Do you remain in the haze, mesmerized but not truly living, or do you step through, and transform your reality into something breathtaking?
Grim and menacing Sentries in stealth formation Concealed in the mists Silent and deadly Veiled shadows swallowing light Engulfing all sound Cloaked in secrecy Creeping across dark landscapes Bone chilling specters Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL.
This week has been beautiful... except for the fog. Lots of fog, thick fog, scary movie kinda fog. Around home it's just been rolling in during the mornings. By lunch time, most of it has burnt off, but closer in to the Gulf, it's lingering. I feel badly for the Spring Breakers. It's not been … Continue reading Fog creeping
Fog seeps through the trees Dancing upon the water Crickets cease their song Trout ripple the lake Beetles filling their bellies Terns chirp approval So fragile the mist Sunlight melts away the dew Morning glistens bright *Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL.
Thin spiral notebook 