A Misty, Moisty Morning


This is the waymarking logo for El Camino Santiago. This was changed within the last year or two. I remember reading various e-mails that were pro and con. To me, it vaguely resembles the outline of a scallop shell, but I can also see a sunrise, which is not an inappropriate symbol for the Way, except that most people would be walking westward, and therefore wouldn't see too many sunrises. However. That's not the subject of my post, I just wanted to put it in here.
Today, I walked in the mist. Once I was dressed and ready, I stepped outside on the back porch and realized it was very cloudy and misty. Not quite drizzling, but almost. I thought, should I try the poncho on for size? Then, no, it wasn't that big of a deal, and if it seemed like it was getting worse, I could stop under a tree and get out the poncho.
But it was beautiful. All the streetlights and car headlights were surrounded by halos of mist, silvery and shimmery. I could easily believe that I might have been suddenly transported into some magical "midworld" that only existed for that hour or so that I walked. Very shortly after I set out, I was needing tiny windshield wipers for my glasses! But, as I walked north from the house, the actual misting let up, and it was just cloudy. This, more than anything, is what I love about Pueblo weather. You can move 50 yards and literally be in a whole other weather pattern! Anyway, I walked a little farther than yesterday, and I had the pack on, but we are supposed to go to the state fair today with a friend, so I wanted to make sure I still had the "feet" for that, so after I passed the hospital a couple of blocks, I turned south again to head home.
Wham! The drizzle was back and right in my face! So, I decided to zig-zag my way back through the neighborhood, to take advantage of the wind breaking qualities of houses and trees. It was much better, and I arrived home somewhat damp, but none the worse for wear. The hummingbirds, however, adore this weather. There were at least four of them buzzing around the yard when I got home. And as I stepped through the gate, the aroma of our yard really hung in the moist air--the blending of marigolds and mint, the bitter tang of tomato plants, it was definitely the odor of "home" I'm going to miss it, but what a wonderful place to come back to. I am so blessed.
Blessings on all your Roads,
Crone

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