You can walk in a dream while you are awake; just walk in the misty morning of a forest! ~Mehmet Murat Ildan
Yesterday was sunny and hot, a perfect August day. Then wild windy storms blew in, pouring rain over the hot earth – wisps of steam rose into the air as the storm moved on. This morning, I awoke to clouds of fog and mist and felt as if I were still in a dream. Angel and I took a short walk but turned home sooner than usual, concerned about safety on the foggy road.
The rain amplified the green of grass and trees along the shady woodland edges.
The fallen tree still hanging over the lower garden has kept me from working there, but the fog softened the shaggy edges and lent the garden an abandoned romantic quality.
The Hydrangea paniculata ‘Limelight’ was bowed down by the heavy rains, making the path under it impassible.
A spider wasted no time spinning a beautiful web on the deck.
Even the brightly colored hillside garden shimmered softly, subdued in the misty light.
Rudbeckia ‘Viette’s Little Suzy’ fell down the steps after the heavy rain but continues to bloom, unconcerned.
I have spent much of this summer composing a cello concerto that will be premiered next year. There is more work to do, but as I walked through the mist this morning, I thought of Benjamin Britten’s description of the process. “Composing is like driving down a foggy road toward a house. Slowly you see more details of the house – the color of the slates and bricks, the shape of the windows. The notes are the bricks and the mortar of the house.” May you find clarity in the fog and enjoy the misty beauty of your dreams.
moonlight disappears down the hills
mountains vanish into fog
and I vanish into poetry ~Sanober Kahn