Fog in the Northumberland Hills


My mind is on a loop
Revisiting that day
Our drive to Warkworth
Replaying, replaying that excursion  through the hills

There was fog – remember?
We could barely make out the rolling vistas
Wrapped in a wet loamy shroud, it was very spring like
We were suspended in water droplets, cocooned behind the windshield

There were lots of lilacs

Remember those?

Pushing through the new green, touches of mauve in a silvery gauze

I got to know you to be sweet, yet brave
Kind of shy – trying your best
I sensed you were eager to be liked.  Aren’t we all?
Looking back on this day it is a mobius loop in my mind

It was a day of sharing – finding commonality, friendship
Safe within the car, within the fog, with those lilacs.

 

 

Dedicated to my dear late friend:  Maie Ilves

RIP: November 18, 2019

About westlakemusings

In 2013 my husband and I retired. We bought an old pre-confederation house out in the country. This blog is about our new world in the country as we explore all of life's possibilities.
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