Happiness. It's relative.
She looks through the railing, her nose twitches
at something floating by that we don’t see
or maybe fish swimming yards offshore.
The fog disappears and the sun comes out
and for minutes it is warm outside and bright
and then the fog gathers itself, regroups.
Ten minutes is all we have to sun ourselves
and remember other times we spent outside
being warm with people who are somewhere else.
The fog takes back its spot, layers gauze where it was clear,
chases us off our chairs, there’s nothing to see but each other
the two of us and our dog waiting for what’s next.
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What a wonderful place to be. We are planning on going around the northern shore of Lake Superior in August. I’m really looking forward to it.
That sounds like a lovely trip. We’ve never been on that side of the lake – something that should go on the list, I think.
I think it should be on your list. Several years ago we went around clock-wise so now we want to go west across the top. I also want to spend more time.
Wish I was looking out at Lake Superior today. Great captured mood!
It would be good to be sharing a glass of wine with you, my friend.
Beautiful, poignant, simple – what incredible perspective you have. Just lovely – and I love Lake Superior 🙂