A couple of weeks ago I noted the subtle changes that herald a new season. This morning subtlety was replaced by a downright chill and I needed longs sleeves and jeans on my early morning bike ride. I do not normally bring my camera along. The basket is too jouncy and I have no neck strap for my little point and shoot. Word, rather than snap, shots will have to do for yesterday's visuals of the deer - a doe, a yearling, and this year's fawn - that bounded from the edge of the woods in front of me, their great, brown, curious eyes assessing me for danger, their noses twitching, their legs, so slender for such strength, sending them soaring across the small ditch into the sheltering trees on the other side of the road.
Today it was the mist ghosts walking on the surface of the pond that caught my attention. Far along the further shore a small red boat floated serenely in their midst, its occupant caught in the magic of the morning, his paddles dripping liquid sunlight. I couldn't feel the air moving but the ghosts felt it. They stirred and swirled and eddied before lifting up from their watery bed to become part of the infinite blue.
I have outdoor chores to do before the sun heats up the day and some indoor tasks for when it does. My bike leans on its kickstand until this evening when my after dinner ride will take me along the same back roads, saying goodnight to the day that started so wonderfully.
13 comments:
You sure do live in a beautiful space, Pauline. Some of my best (mental) snapshots live only in my memory and not in pixels.
Your words create an image more vivid than any photograph because they put us there to feel, hear and smell as well as see. Thank you for taking us along on your beautiful rides!
nice...we had a lot of fog here this morning....i have def seen the mist on the lake though...its a pretty cool affect....
No fog yet in the neck of the woods, but I do love days that start that way. Lovely and I am envious.
Makes me a little homesick for North America. It's so exciting when the seasons change, isn't it? Humans seem to be wired perfectly to appreciate that -- just as we're getting sick of one season, it begins to shift.
Beautiful words!
It's September so surely autumn will arrive someday here in the midatlantic. Yes? Please?
C'mon fall, c'mon!
Prose poetry, and gorgeous!
Happy weekend, Pauline.
I'm so sorry to report that if I don't bring my camera and don't get the pictures, I think the images didn't exist. It could well be true, too. Most of my childhood memories are those there were snapshots of. I've shed the rest.
Hilary - I'm fairly inept with a camera so I must rely on memory and words :)
Thanks Barbara - you're not so bad with words yourself!
Brian - that mist can take so many interesting shapes but this morning it did look like it was walking on water.
Tabor - this is the misty morning time of year here in New England. It's lovely watching the sun break through.
Steve - some of us are definitely wired for seasonal change. I'm one of them!
Reya - the change is here!
Thank you J - we'll share some time soon!
Murr - though I've written extensively about my childhood, my siblings say I didn't remember it correctly, even when I rely on photos! As for word snapshots now, I find they are often more accurate than the pictures I take with a camera.
I can see perfectly the mist disturbed by the red boat. What a comforting image.
Where is my comment? I know i came and read - and I always comment when I do that - because I remember stopping at the word 'jouncy'.
Never mind, it got lost, so I'll say again how your early morning vista gladdened my heart. I love mist, there is nothing more conducive to quieten the spirit. If you can cycle along a lake as pretty as this, I envy you.
Anne - the pond is so serene on mornings like these and that red boat was like a little poem in the middle of it.
Friko - I'm always glad you come and read and comment. My place is, in its own way, as beautiful as yours. Wouldn't it be fun to trade visits!
So much around you to alert you to the earliest hints of another year on the turn. Still green here, but then we're still waiting for summer!
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