It was very foggy today when I went outside to retrieve my wayward dog, Jimi. The ground was quite wet. It was drizzling lightly, as though the world was getting a misting from the sprinklers that keep produce fresh at the supermarket. It was chilly outside, though it felt colder because of all the drizzle. Everything was soaked as though a thunder storm occurred the night before, even though one had never occurred- probably because of the ever-present drizzle. My dog doesn't like the wet, so it was suprising that I could get him to go outside at all. I called out for him, and looked around the outside of the house-he was shaking himself off underneath the cover by my garage. I went back inside and let him in through the side door.
When I called for him, and he didn't come, I became worried. It was cold, wet, miserable day so he would usually come back as soon as I called. The fog was very ominous and foreboding.
Sometimes nature can worry you. It can make you feel uncomfortable and upset- just by being cold and wet.
So... interesting to think of what Emerson would say to this: does nature worry you because it's cold and wet, or are you reading your own worry and sense of foreboding onto your surroundings?
ReplyDelete