This sliver of land is moving northwards. One day it will break free and be an island.
“I live on a peninsular that is slowly moving up the coast of California at about two inches per year.”….”IN reality it is an island that has been above the Pacific Ocean much longer than the gently rolling coast to which it is now attached.” “Gordon Onslow Ford — A Man on a Green Island”. Fariba Bogzaran.
Today, the green of the mountain is more so, after experiencing yesterday the deep blue shining expanse of the sea on the other side. The embrace of the trees is more so after the limitless view.
The mist rolled in this morning, curling through the trees, embracing everything. At first bright soft white backlit by the sun, then as it covered even the sun, grey and uniform, removing the edges, closing the gaps…..eventually obliterating form, overtaking space.. And then gently and quietly enveloping me. Silence and a sudden chill.
