Fog by Candlelight

It was a deliciously and decadently rainy day in NYC and NJ, and I spent the day with my precious grandson in NYC, playing with trucks and plastic and wooden blocks.  We spent time reading books, singing songs, playing on keyboards, dancing with penguins, laughing about the silliest things – basically, I spent the day in paradise.  Not only that, but I had meaningful and fun conversations with each of my darlings as well.  I speak to all of them most days, and it is always a highlight and a joy.

I came home to another paradise in NJ (15 minutes away), and am sitting here now with the candles flickering in the window, looking out at thick, rolling fog – and I love it.

What is it about fog?  I find it so restful, so mysterious, so compelling.  Everything is muted in the fog. I just heard a big boat (or ship) alerting all others that it is making its way blindly down the Hudson.

It feels like it should be harder to breathe when it is foggy – but it isn’t.  It’s like existing in a cool steam room – super hydrating and restful, but no smoke or blinding heat or pollution.  I love how the street lights make little umbrellas of light, and how the brake lights of cars cast long shadows.

I especially like how the rain falls, the fog grows, and quiet envelops my little harbor.  Even the sirens and helicopters are muted tonight – it is oddly quiet as I reflect right now.  No sirens, no honking or swearing, no revving cars, no yelling tourists, no anything, except the quiet murmur of the Great British Baking Show in the background.  That, and the sounds of the waves crashing on the rocks outside. That’s a sound I’ll never tire of.  I have entered heaven, I think.

I also admire the manners of the seasons in New Jersey.  I mean, they each take their turn.  I was telling my family today that in Utah, winter is a super big hog and takes up at least half the year.  Here, the seasons seem to, very reasonably, take about 3 months each.  I saw a pink tree the other day – can you imagine? And an occasional daffodil already!  I don’t admire the manners of many other things in New Jersey (like the drivers or the Costco shoppers), but the seasons – very fine behavior!