After a merciful winter — less precipitation and cold than normal —the weather gods plan to humble us before yielding to the beguiling charms of spring. The milky morning invited me back to this enchanting boathouse portrait captured on March 10, 2016. Escapism wins again.
That photograph, taken three weeks earlier evokes a far springier awakening than the forecast at the bottom of today’s post.
Care to retreat with me into the lyric past?
Milky Morning Boathouse
Boathouse blurry,
silhouette veiled,
weathered,
mirrored
on still water.
Air awakening
thick milky mist,
whispering wisps
of cloud, of fog.
No splash disturbs
the lazy likeness.
No ripple whispers,
“Good morning.”
Tranquility. Unhurried anticipation. Observing, cataloguing, yearning to push my dory from stands to sand to water, awakening the lake, and wrinkling the reflection.
But reality hovers ominous.
Perhaps, as often, the forecast will be overblown?
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