Friday, April 3, 2009

PERFECT GRAY


If you had been here this morning, you would have noticed how perfect it was outside. A soft rain dampened the empty fields across the road, and on the lake, a mixed flock of Barrow’s and Common Goldeneyes preened themselves between dives. Then fog moved in, gathering everything in its arms. Your hair would have been covered with a fine mist, and it would have felt like breath against your cheek, as if the weather was sharing a secret with only you. The day was the perfect gray of water in the glass you rinse your watercolor brushes in. The only color you would have seen was the brief flash of a Red-winged blackbird and the dusky blueberry glow of a Jay among the wet lilac buds.

21 comments:

Lin said...

wow what a poetic description...love your use of words to capture the moment.

Annie said...

I just love days like this. They are a near daily event when near a winter beach. Alas, too soon the beating summer sun will be here with no relief in sight.

Carol said...

Nice shot...I love these foggy misty mornings...and you described it beautifully...

Poetikat said...

Oh, I love that image about the watercolour brush in the glass - that takes me back to paintboxes and blank pads as a kid. Lovely!

Kat

Sylvia K said...

I love it! and I love your words! They create the picture in my mind even without the photo! You do write beautifully. And just as I wrote these words, the sun peeped in my window, gotta run grab some photos quick!

citosol said...

"Your hair would have been covered with a fine mist, and it would have felt like breath against your cheek, as if the weather was sharing a secret with only you."

I loved this part...

Shellmo said...

You have a beautiful way with words and set the scene so poetically! :-)

Rachel Fox said...

We've had the mist (haar it's called here) all day long on our bit of the eastern Scottish coast. Good to know we're not the only ones! It's so cold here when it comes.

Rose said...

Good description...and I like the shot.

fourwindshaiga said...

Your words read like a poem. I could almost feel the mist. So lovely. And, I do enjoy a good foggy day.

Small City Scenes said...

Perfect gray is perfectly right. GRAY!!!

Deborah I can finally get your blog site. Why I don't know but am glad I can. Why I couldn't I also don't know and it ticked me off. So here I am and there you are.

I shall be visiting more. MB

Ramblings of a Villas Girl said...

Hi Deborah! This is a wonderful post. I will look at gray days differently now. Lisa

hitch writer said...

Lovely description... we in India love such gray days....

we long for such days so much !

Kallen305 said...

Fantastic description. I felts as if I was there and could feel that mist on my skin.

bobbie said...

What a beautiful picture you paint with your words.

this afternoon I drove to the point. At home, and all along the way, the sun was shining beautifully, but when I reached the lighthouse I could see only about 3/4 of the way up. The top was invisible.

Betsy from Tennessee said...

Your words told the whole story, Deb. You are such a phenomenal writer. Love that picture---but it wouldn't have been as good without the words you used to describe it.
Hugs,
Betsy

SandyCarlson said...

I am as good as there when you describe it so beautifully!

Indrani said...

So well described. I was there.

Cloudia said...

A lovely poem!
You are downright lyrical, my friend!!
Aloha-

Squirrel said...

i love soft mist and fog... and lilac buds!

Dee said...

that was beautiful- I love rainy gray days- not something I get much of here in Tucson!