Jim Island

All this fog makes me think of New England.  It makes me think of home.  It makes the air smell clean…and it makes for the perfect sleep-in weather.

I had the hardest time getting up this morning.  It’s the cool air and the darkened sky that makes me want to cocoon myself in my comforter and batter the snooze button all morning long.  

This environment also leads to the most wonderful dreams.  I have a favorite dream that I often return to while in this state.  In this dream I can fly, but it’s not as easy as ya think…I mean it’s my dream, one would think I could make it as easy as I’d like.  Instead you can only fly on a foggy day, when the air is thick. And even then, there’s still the challenge of reaching it.  Think of it as a giant upside down pool.  You have to figure out a way of getting high enough to break through and get a grip on the fog.  Gravity is still in effect, but once you reach a certain hight you can now push, pull, and swim though the air.  This is my idea of flying.

…and this is my idea of a perfect morning.