The bay is cerulean blue and has slopping waves at its edges. You can feel there is fog out there a few miles offshore, but the sun is leaning against it with riches and glory. Fog is skulking somewhere, sending a scurrying little breeze in to shore to scout a path inland, but it will be much later in the afternoon. Now, in the full glare of a summer sky, everyone is waving their hands and exclaiming about the way summer has suddenly appeared. Heaven looks so blue today, a sweet shade, with trees reaching up into it.
I took off for the pool as soon as I was sure there would be bright sun, jumped in and swam and swam. My shadow moved back and forth along the bottom, songs ran through my head and my friends joined in, with their own songs in their minds, too. Even though we swim every day that we can, the sight of brilliantly flashing droplets flying from our fingertips and arms as we swam was beautiful, a delight. The drops could have been diamonds; I imagined they were sometimes.
When the fog sits around for so long, as it has lately, it is as unwelcome as a freeloading visitor with no intention of doing anything, withholding warmth and comfort. In comparison, the sun is sheer perfection when it shines again, holding all the power of the universe, transforming moods and scenery in the span of one second. What a contrast it can be when it happens, and how giddy we become, drenched in the unaccustomed glare of true unadulterated sunlight.
Causes Christine Bottaro Supports
The Nature Conservancy, California State Parks, The United Way