I'm stuck in the same topic round-a-bout as the weather; in other words, I'm stuck on the weather as a topic.
This weather pattern began last night. As a group of us were walking back to our Floating Tents, we noticed that, although it was very warm and temperate, the night sky was clouded to the point that no stars were visible and the moon, while able to be seen as a faint glow, was simply a whitish orb in the heavens, mostly obscured by the low-hanging clouds. Heavy rain was predicted to begin some time in the night, which it did, and was also predicted to continue throughout this day, which is has, on through this night, which it promises. No surprises thus far.
What has been the defining image of this day is the heavy, mist-like curtain that has descended on the area. It is not fog, but rather like some filmy tapestry of gossamer fabric that God hung on a giant curtain rod, reaching to the ground, enveloping everything in a filtered lens, much like a snow globe. When I walk, outside it looks as if I'm stuck in the stuff that people buy during the Halloween season to simulate cobwebs. I could be in the bogs of Scotland, with a misty steam arising from the saturated land. In fact, I cannot tell if the mist is descending or ascending. The whole of the landscape is swallowed up in an ethereal visage of whitish condensation. Erie, to say the least.
The rain keeps falling and the haze continues. This has been a day for coffee, contemplation, and shopping. The evening will hold more conversation and the rain can continue for as long as Mother Nature desires. Our tent is not leaking. Thank goodness for small, and large, favors.
Ancora imparo
