The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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.
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.
"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.