Foggy nights

I'd had a long day. Work at the boat, where it was hot, then rainy, followed by work at the Manor House. I got off at the house around 9pm... tired and ready for bed almost, really not wanting to drive home. With all the rain we've been having here, the park was flooded a bit, since it is in the middle-ish of the Great Black Swamp.

I step outside of the House and the air is thick, just totally saturated. It's humid and the sun's just setting, everything is still, no breeze at all. Fog is rolling in across the front lawn and parking lots, so I just have to go for a short walk. There's this path behind the House, a staircase that leads down by the Ottawa River. Low ground and wetlands, perfect for a short stop.

I stand there for a bit, watching the fog roll in over the water. It's looks like someone's carefully laying down light and fluffy batting across the woods and river. The birds are mostly asleep, so the only sounds are a few crickets and a mild trickling of cool fluid over well smoothed stones. Little wisps of fog started to curl around me as I stood there, reaching ever higher till they're over my head. Thick fog, not to the point that you couldn't see, but just enough to block out distractions.

It's like another world there, standing in the fog. It's calm... almost like you're all alone in the middle of nowhere. Comforting. It got darker and the fireflies started to come out, dancing airily through the tendrils of fog. Some things you see are just beyond words, and this one came close.

I hated to leave, but the bugs were biting and it was getting pretty dark. I walked back to my car and started the drive home, music on and the window rolled down. It was a long day, no doubt about it, but I think the end made it all worth it.