New Season, new world

It has been almost two months since I was blogging with any regularity. The main reason for my falling off the blog was school, compounded by a serious lack of response to this project. But I haven't really tried to get any response. So far I have merely tried to get my feet wet, and contemplate the moisture on my toes thereby.

As school sags into a familiar, not threatening, routine, I am getting tiny tempests of interest in the old things again...writing, photography, philosophy. I can see the end of my self-imposed mental hobble from here.

Tonight there was warm moisture in the air above the frozen pond, creating a faerie landscape of fog hummocks and swards, drifty ghostly fog stacks sidling with eerie dignity back and forth across the small pond. I snapped some digital pictures in the near dark, mounting the small camera on a tripod which allowed many-second exposures. Maggie the cat sat on the deck and watched out on the darkening theater with me, alert to spookish sounds and dark formidable motions among the mysterious diffuse lights.

I am plagued by internal gas from a several day old grill left-over: it sworls and migrates in my inner darkness like the fog does outside. But when the fog escapes its cold cauldron, it does so on a silent wind. Not so my indigestion, my butt trombone of gustatory mischance.

And the credit card bills sit open on the counter, like severe flesh wounds in the thorax of my domestic comfort.

All is well. My wife returns from, of all places, St. Cloud, tomorrow, on another day when fogs, exclaimed secrets, reminders of mortality and the pleasures of small pets combine into a perfect zeitguy stew. Have a bite, and I will be back to join you soon.