Foggy

The water temperatures were in the 50’s and the 70 degree warm air was descending upon the marina as the day was awakening. I caught a glimpse of the fog as I walked the pier that morning noticing how it hovered just above the water line. It looked as if it was coming up from the water, like the surface of the water was evaporating and small droplets of water, millions of them were rising from the surface of the water, like miniature tornadoes. I never noticed this before, but then again my life before living on my sailboat was one crisis after another moving me in constant motion but little accomplishment. I felt that as long as I was moving, driving, scurrying about, I was getting stuff done.

Stillness, noticing, watching, observing and remaining peaceful, and mindful of my surroundings is the direct result of a minimalist lifestyle on the sailboat in a marina in Herring Bay which spills out into the Chesapeake Bay.

 

via Daily Prompt: Foggy

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