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Finally. Finally. It's fall in Oregon. It knows it's fall.
I went out to the car this morning in the medium-thick fog of an Oregon fall. (Which is to say you could easily see far enough to safely drive the speed limit; but the sky and more distant objects were blurred into soft grey, and nearer objects were shrouded, though still visible.)
It's draped over everything, and it's glorious. I felt so very awake in the cool sliding cover of the water.
I get to work and everything is still misty, coated, the trees made into soft blurs of black or grey, yellow or green or purple. Near the entrance, as I passed underneath them, two trees with clouds in their branches, above the last deep red berries (in almost three years in this building, this is the first time I realized they had berries). The leaves were almost the shade of the berries, already curling to fall off.
The view out my window now is similar, the building opposite us (but at a distance) nothing but a blurry, misty shadow-outline without windows or doors. The cars in its parking lot are almost as indistinct, and the deciduous trees between our lot and the road are solider shadows, but only that.
It's lovely.
I went out to the car this morning in the medium-thick fog of an Oregon fall. (Which is to say you could easily see far enough to safely drive the speed limit; but the sky and more distant objects were blurred into soft grey, and nearer objects were shrouded, though still visible.)
It's draped over everything, and it's glorious. I felt so very awake in the cool sliding cover of the water.
I get to work and everything is still misty, coated, the trees made into soft blurs of black or grey, yellow or green or purple. Near the entrance, as I passed underneath them, two trees with clouds in their branches, above the last deep red berries (in almost three years in this building, this is the first time I realized they had berries). The leaves were almost the shade of the berries, already curling to fall off.
The view out my window now is similar, the building opposite us (but at a distance) nothing but a blurry, misty shadow-outline without windows or doors. The cars in its parking lot are almost as indistinct, and the deciduous trees between our lot and the road are solider shadows, but only that.
It's lovely.
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