The phrase “the fog was so thick you could cut it with a knife” never felt as true as this morning. I don’t recall walking in fog so dense I could feel the “push” of droplets on my face. My head lamp highlighted the sparkling mist dancing gracefully in the air. I could feel its … Continue reading The Unexpected Effect of Fog
Unfamiliar gear strapped to my back: the bulk heavy with anticipation. We checked each others tanks to make sure we had wrestled them on correctly, rubik-cubed the snorkle on to the mask and spit at the appropriate time and place to prevent mask fog, all in preparation for our first dive. With anticipatory thoughts … Continue reading Sitting in the Waters of Discomfort
The breeze is cool to my legs. I prefer wearing shorts until it snows. Our deck sits in the shadows of the oak-lined creek and the sun won't grace it with warmth until 9:00 a.m. It's only 7. Thin clouds decorate the sky: it will be a beautiful day here. But not everywhere. In the … Continue reading The story that isn’t finished.
Andrea Tatley 