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Random Monday babble
Sep. 26th, 2005 01:01 pmBusy, busy weekend. Headed into a busy, busy week. Fie upon it.
But I got the weather I wanted again. It's in the 60s today and windy, with stray raindrops blown around. There's a heavy grey overcast, and in the two blocks between the office and Starbucks, I look up to the north and see the top of the Hancock wreathed in cloud, a misty veil blowing off its horns. On the way back I couldn't see the top of its big brother Sears at all.
This always reminds me of home, of the way the tops of the mountains are so often hidden in low hanging cloud. Sometimes you see this off in the distance. But I lived at the top of a ridge, so we would spend days at a time inside the clouds. It made a mystery out of every familiar tree and sometimes hid the yellow line in the middle of the road - you wouldn't even see headlights until they were right upon you.
When I was a kid, my parents' car was a 1965 Cadillac - a real landshark, complete with the side gills. They'd got it secondhand (handed down from some wealthier relative, IIRC) and every long trip in it was a real finger-crosser. The biggest problem with it wasn't even that it got about 7 miles to the gallon in the halcyon gas-shortage days of the mid-to-late-70s. The biggest problem was its color: a ghostly silver-grey that in the week-long fog stretches was rendered completely invisible.
But nowadays, I love the fog. And I do miss mountains, but I think I love skyscrapers almost as much, just in a different way.
But I got the weather I wanted again. It's in the 60s today and windy, with stray raindrops blown around. There's a heavy grey overcast, and in the two blocks between the office and Starbucks, I look up to the north and see the top of the Hancock wreathed in cloud, a misty veil blowing off its horns. On the way back I couldn't see the top of its big brother Sears at all.
This always reminds me of home, of the way the tops of the mountains are so often hidden in low hanging cloud. Sometimes you see this off in the distance. But I lived at the top of a ridge, so we would spend days at a time inside the clouds. It made a mystery out of every familiar tree and sometimes hid the yellow line in the middle of the road - you wouldn't even see headlights until they were right upon you.
When I was a kid, my parents' car was a 1965 Cadillac - a real landshark, complete with the side gills. They'd got it secondhand (handed down from some wealthier relative, IIRC) and every long trip in it was a real finger-crosser. The biggest problem with it wasn't even that it got about 7 miles to the gallon in the halcyon gas-shortage days of the mid-to-late-70s. The biggest problem was its color: a ghostly silver-grey that in the week-long fog stretches was rendered completely invisible.
But nowadays, I love the fog. And I do miss mountains, but I think I love skyscrapers almost as much, just in a different way.
