Sleep, and Weather
Apr. 28th, 2020 06:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trace_timberpath I woke up a little before dawn this morning. I'm always up well before my son is, and that's how it was with my parents to me. I always wondered why they didn't sleep in, and now I realize that's just not how they worked. That it's not a choice to be made.
It was unusually bright out, but subdued grey-blue. Dense fog was hung between the trees, all the way to the ground. I just stood there, in front of sliding glass doors, and looked through it. Fog like that feels like there's just nothing beyond if, like it's so vast and heavy that there can't be anything beyond. It's like standing on the edge of the world. And if the fog fades? Then it's like watching a whole new world being born out of it.
Yesterday, it rained. Up until then, it had been either dry or snowy, and it felt like winter would never end. That rain, though. Indi was taking some time to relax after some frustrating homework, and he's never been much for the rain anyway, so I let him be. But I had to enjoy it for myself. I just stepped outside, let it soak into my hair, land all over my face.
It felt cool and refreshing, the sound of it pattering on the leaves was soothing, and the smell of the earth soaking it in was so distinct. It all felt like relief. Like the spirits of winter had finally let go in favor of rest, and the spirits of spring were no longer stifled.
The weather here is...sort of wild. But that's one of the thing that comes with being here. Something to enjoy when you can, and get used to when you can't.
It was unusually bright out, but subdued grey-blue. Dense fog was hung between the trees, all the way to the ground. I just stood there, in front of sliding glass doors, and looked through it. Fog like that feels like there's just nothing beyond if, like it's so vast and heavy that there can't be anything beyond. It's like standing on the edge of the world. And if the fog fades? Then it's like watching a whole new world being born out of it.
Yesterday, it rained. Up until then, it had been either dry or snowy, and it felt like winter would never end. That rain, though. Indi was taking some time to relax after some frustrating homework, and he's never been much for the rain anyway, so I let him be. But I had to enjoy it for myself. I just stepped outside, let it soak into my hair, land all over my face.
It felt cool and refreshing, the sound of it pattering on the leaves was soothing, and the smell of the earth soaking it in was so distinct. It all felt like relief. Like the spirits of winter had finally let go in favor of rest, and the spirits of spring were no longer stifled.
The weather here is...sort of wild. But that's one of the thing that comes with being here. Something to enjoy when you can, and get used to when you can't.
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on 2020-04-28 05:06 pm (UTC)I went to college (more years ago than I like to admit) up on a mountain, in an old volcanic crater. My final year there, I stayed in the dorms that were up further on the rim of the crater rather than down below. There was a long set of stairs that climbed up to them, among the trees.
When it was foggy, or maybe more literally the clouds were low on the mountain, the fog would condense among the needles of the evergreens and fall downwards. I came up with a phrase for it, then. "It's only raining under the trees."
I live in a city now, but one with many trees and water around--but where I am it seldom gets foggy, and when it does it's not usually that wet. Even so I miss that, and take pictures when I can. Here's what I took the last time: https://photos.app.goo.gl/abkLrXLcTap5JtFd9