Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Foggy Days

On a foggy morning I walked the quiet streets...
and marveled at the absentee horizon.

                                                                         The sky was like a painted photographer's backdrop-- nothing in the distance.
Even the sun stopped glaring.
Birds lost their wings to angelically-shimmering mists.

The band was gone to contest, so I took my remaining sophomores to frolic in a few minutes of fresh air. It was almost warm, yet the snow remained in sheltered crevices, fostering a sense of the surreal.

Suddenly, a snowball came out of nowhere and smacked someone in the back. Swiftly, he stooped beside the creek and grabbed a sopping handful of the stuff so that he could avenge his daring assailant.

She laughed. Who would have guessed that quiet Mary Kate, the new girl from Alaska had such great aim with a snowball.
He threw it, but it missed and shattered itself to smithereens yards from her booted feet.
Right before the sun broke through to ruin
our mysterious-feeling morning, I made them pose beneath the trees.

We agreed to call it "Sophomores in the Mists."
They're a bunch of sweethearts.


Carina said...

Foggy, warmish walks are the best!

aftergrace said...

It looks like you all had a great time. What a great day to enjoy the great outdoors.

oldegg said...

Beautiful description and pics; I almost felt I was there.

Anya Padyam said...

Lovely pics and beautiful serene atmosphere... so calm!

What a wonderful morning:)

jaerose said...

I love the idea of an absentee the right hands it can perhaps mean a fresh canvas on which to paint a day of simple pleasures..what a happy and warm mix of words and photos..Jae

Sheilagh Lee said...

I love the pictures and the words you used so we could see this all.

Shauna said...

que bueno! adore the narration and the misty photographs.