Thankful for stormy days

We drove home from the conference along the water.  The ocean was full to brimming, threatening overflow.  The wind whipped the water’s surface into a froth.  The outer islands were invisible behind a blanket of dense fog.

 

I love these days.  They remind me of the importance of introspection.

 

Bear with me, I’ll explain.

 

When the fog envelopes the world it feels like the only thing that exists is where you are.  It forms as you come upon it and disappears once you leave.  There is only the here and now.  A world created just for you.

 

Days like this stir a eerie peace in me.  It makes me pay attention to what is right in front of me in a way that I don’t when the sun is shining.

 

Sunny days are for contemplating the bright future.  Stormy days are for appreciating the present.

A Storm’s A-Brewin’

The air here on the island is charged with the coming of a storm.  A thick fog has settled over the landscape.I can feel excitement rising in me as we follow the winding road to home.  Everything is softened by the mist.

The Fiend and I drive in silence, soaking in the calm before the storm.

We drive along the edge of the sea which is rendered invisible by the growing fog.

And then we are gifted with the sight of a majestic bird perched on a rock on the shore, preparing to shelter from the storm.

He lets us get only so close.

And then he takes flight, seeking more private shelter.

He disappears into the mist.

Leaving us breathless with the power of the encounter.