8/21: The Fog Rolls In
This morning started out foggy. I like
foggy days; it brings the people in. If they've just driven here, they
might tell me that it was sunny over in Deer Isle, but here the fog
sticks around like... like any number of dumb metaphors you
can think of as well as I can. It gets thick so you can't see beyond
the inner harbor, where occasionally, the bows of boats appear,
cautiously maneuvering toward the dock.
Barbara Southworth
If you've never seen the place before, you would have no idea that out there beyond the fog lay a whole archipelago of granite and fir-tipped islands. The visitors come and go, their itineraries tight: one seaport town after another with not much room for diversions. If they're here in the fog, they'll know Stonington as a foggy place. I have had many foggy conversations today.
At dinner time I took my usual break, ate my frozen pizza (it wasn't frozen by the time I ate it) and toasted my 41st birthday with a martini, looking out over the foggy harbor. Then back to work.
Barbara Southworth
If you've never seen the place before, you would have no idea that out there beyond the fog lay a whole archipelago of granite and fir-tipped islands. The visitors come and go, their itineraries tight: one seaport town after another with not much room for diversions. If they're here in the fog, they'll know Stonington as a foggy place. I have had many foggy conversations today.
At dinner time I took my usual break, ate my frozen pizza (it wasn't frozen by the time I ate it) and toasted my 41st birthday with a martini, looking out over the foggy harbor. Then back to work.
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