Spontaneous, out of context post in the more or less randomly created "BIKE COMMUTE STORY", Monday, February 22.
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The weather is changing again. The River remains cold and this new air
is warm and wet. Is it any wonder that we have fog again?
This
time the fog stayed low and, for the most part, stayed between the
levees. The cloud cover wasn't too thick but the sun was only a vague
smudge somewhere over my left shoulder as I rode to work.
It's
easy to tell where the cold parts of the River come close to the bank.
The air temperature drops noticeably and the fog tries to escape the
levee but the warmth of the land side of the levee is tough to overcome
under the current conditions.
There was no fog away from the
river. Overcast skies darkening toward rain then lightening as a wave
passes slowly overhead, Slowly, in this case, means a time scale
measured in hours.
By the time I leave work the rain has
stopped. The sky is gray in places, thick clouds looking like trouble.
The horizon showed a hint of blue in one small place and the setting sun
is burning it to ashes.
Once the sun makes it fully into that
space it shows that peculiarly intense orange-red that implies a golden
tone. It's possible to look at the ball and not wince, not for long of
course but long enough to see it in its intensity.
The River is
still foggy. Perhaps it was not foggy at some point during the day but I
imagine it has been hidden under this shroud since I first saw it this
morning.
Bits of things in the River - the superstructure of a
push boat, the upper deck of an ocean-going ship, the implied line of a
barge, plants emerging in the batture with the falling river, mallard
pairs eating near shore - add to the scene.
As I near the end
of the levee the fog is now gaining on the Levee. Walkers appear out of
the fog slowly drifting in their course toward me. The fog chases me up
Florida and home.
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