Monday, March 2, 2015

I want to shoo-ooo-ooo-ot the whole day down

I have always loved fog. I attribute it to the end scene in Casablanca.

Here's looking at you, kid.
And yes, I did stop writing to watch that scene again. God I miss great story telling.

It's foggy today. Palm trees wrapped just so. Hovering over the water in that horror movie way. It was my favorite thing about Pacific Grove. I would throw my swanky trench coat and walk. Just walk. Sometimes the fog would get so thick I couldn't see people on the sidewalk until the were right up on me. I could hear the ocean, but not see it. It was sublime.

TGB says I'm weird.