The Mist
The morning started out in the usual way, bright and hot with a thick layer of smog creating a brown line along the horizon. Would be a beautiful day if the sky were blue and there were green trees dotting the horizon creating a contrasting canopy of texture and colors. Instead, as I survey the barren hills, all i see is honey brown for as far as the eyes can see….or …hey what’s that?
OMG!! I think I see fog? mist? how long has it been since I’ve seen that? Seems like a lifetime and yet, this nebulous substance is moving my way fast reaching it’s skinny fingers out to wrap whatever is in its way in a think, fleecy blanket. I’m so relieved to see it as I am hoping that with it brings much needed moisture but at the same time I sense dread? What is in the mist? What kinds of toxins does the moisture carry and from where? Nonetheless I put out the collection cisterns and wait. I’ll have Todd set up the lab to test the liquid for viability and toxicity before we do anything with it. Please let the water be viable. Please.
Within minutes, the fog surrounds our home and I see nothing but a fuzzy globe in the sky — the sun — trying hard to fight off the fog but to no avail. And for the first time in years, I feel the temperature drop 5-7 degrees and a cool almost refreshing feeling descends upon us. I wish I could open the green house and let the garden experience the mist but I can’t take that chance until we know what is in it….
