Rain in the morning. Mist in the afternoon. Fog in the evening.

Sitting down at the Zen spot after work we watched the fog thicken (which is considerably more fun than watching grass grow). The mountains disappeared; then the marina disappeared, then Sandy Beach was gone. We were left in our own little world of rollers breaking along the shore. Still, we saw a raft of geese angling inward from out in the bay, a flock of mergansers fishing closer, two mallards riding the waves, two crows grubbing shoreside, multiple gulls doing their thing, several terns slicing the fog in pursuit of tidbits, and a couple of flycatchers working through the ninebark bushes. Fog or no fog, life must go on. And sometime it is nice to watch the fog from solid land rather than being lost in it on a boat.

As for work: one more section of pier/boardwalk, a good start on trimming out the staircase, lots of finishing touches on the powder room, a bit of picture framing and curtain making.

"What we didn't perhaps see so early was that self-realization, even enlightenment, is another aspect of our wildness—a bonding of the wild in ourselves to the (wild) process of the universe."
—Gary Snyder, The Practice of the Wild