Morning Fog

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking 

over harbor and city

on silent haunches 

and then moves on.

~Carl Sandburg~

Fog.

It's not something I've seen much of, growing up in the desert.

So, I've been mesmerized by it's beauty over the last couple of days.

Early this morning I grabbed my scarf, fingerless gloves and camera 

and headed down to the waterfront park near our house to try 

and capture this feeling.

Lake Washington.

A beautiful place to sit on a bench on the dock and see the Seattle skyline.

But, not this morning.

Only the soft sounds of the water lapping at the shore and far off voices from 

a fishing boat lost in the fog.

It's calm, it's cool,  and so peaceful.

"This" to me,  is what Autumn is supposed to be.

It's what I used to daydream about and see in the glossy pages of 

Coastal Living magazines.

 I can feel a lump in my throat when I 

think about how lucky I am to live here now.

Silly I know.

Still...there's something very special about this season that moves me.

Especially now...

"Being" here..."Living" here.

I can just open my door... and walk.

...not to be taken for granted.

 Because..."this" is now home,

and for that...I am truly grateful.

Becca