Gratitude

I woke this morning to the fog drifting in across the bay. Quiet, gray and soft against my skin.
The fog horn announces the obvious.

I can see, just barely, the lettuce growing in the soft, cool soil. I feel like those tender leaves drinking in the delicate, moisture laced air. I feel grateful for the respite and relief from the constant pounding of the southern sun. The fog invigorates me in a soothing way...oxymoronic as it sounds.

The only thing missing is Stimpy. He would be so pleased with his world shrouded in fog, making his daily rounds of cat-patrol a more stealth adventure. I am grateful for the image of him in my mind,slowly making his way through the bushes, dew coating his fur and making him look like he is covered in glitter.

This silly cat always brought a smile to my face.