Today was another gorgeous, foggy morning at the bulb. I swam with Angie and Kim and we ran into Colleen who, being the swimming superstar she is, was going for her last swim before heading into shoulder surgery later this morning.
I love the quiet of the fog; the mystery. I vividly remember the foggy mornings of my elementary school days in Laguna Beach. The grassy field would disappear into a shroud of mist and I’d run to the far end where I could disappear, too. The feeling of being there and not there was powerful like I’d suddenly been imbued with invisibility (which, when pressed, is usually the superpower I choose).
As we swam the fog lifted and the colors were magical.