Autumn

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You have to love the fall...

The scarves...

The shoes...

The cute jackets...

The soup...

The flowers...

The fog...

(Well, maybe it's just me who loves the fog.)

But I'm ready for it to get here already.  C'mon, crisp, cool weather.  I can't wait for the brisk mornings kissing my cheeks as I clutch a warm coffee in my hand.  Of course, the sun is always shining (after morning fog slowly burns off) in my oh-so-realistic imagination that paints my fall.  And, of course, I never get tired of hearty soups and potlucks in my head.

Fog

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I don't know what it is, but fog makes me happy.

I realize it makes 99% of people upset, annoyed, frustrated (you name it).

But I enjoy it.

Fog blankets the earth in it's dense grasp, offering serenity in it's fingertips.  Today, as I drove to work, my world was pure gold.  When I clicked off my radio, the day was silent, as if on the verge of a new rhythm.  Beyond the cars alongside me, the world was calm.

I didn't see cars flying down the side streets.  No traffic lights blinked at me.  I didn't see people running toward various destinations.  No bright signs flashed at me.

It was just calm.

Of course, foggy days make me think of this song.  Don't get me wrong - it's a beautiful, upbeat song, and it mentions fog...but, well, the title is "Perdidos en la noche" aka "Lost in the Night".  So, obviously, waaay off.  But, well, it's Diego Torres, and he's happy and upbeat and every foggy day, I think of bruma and this.

Early morning encounters

At six in the morning, it's still dark out.  There's a sliver of a moon and no stars in the cloudy sky.  The air is cool this early in the day.  The days are creeping closer and closer to that inevitable holiday, Halloween.

Ghost stories abound.  Any horror the mind can create has been thought up.  People maybe start to wonder "what if" when unsettling noises begin.

Or, the mundane becomes creepy.

This morning, on my way back from the gym, a man was strolling down the street.  Following the proper safety guidelines, he even sported a nifty reflective vest so cars would see him.  What he probably did not expect was for a car to slow down as it neared him, until it was almost a crawl to match his pace.

What's going on?  Murderer?  Thief?  Kidnapper?  Thoughts must have been running through his head. I tried to smile and look friendly, but, with no light, I doubt he saw.  He quickened his stride, shot me a sidelong look, and took off. 

In his defense, it's dark and there are strange people out in the world.  (There were also strange sounds emanating from the yard - I heard it on my way out the door.)  In my defense, he was walking in front of my house and I needed to turn into the driveway.