This picture I took back in February this year, with it’s foggy look early in the morning hours, got me thinking. It was taken in the Florida Panhandle, a place called Carillon Beach, near Panama City. I was going through my pictures and trying to make some kind of order aside from the timeline that I took them in. (Well that is going to be a long project.)
So the thinking part…well it was along the lines that when the season of Fall comes around it gets cooler, and fog sometimes is a part of it. Where I live now you don’t see the seasons change much and fog is almost unheard of. We long for cold snaps that the weatherman promises will pass through. Kind of like how a child longs for snow to fall so they don’t have to go to school for a day or two.
It brought to mind how I grew up as a kid in Virginia and how the days grew crisp. The leaves changed color and the skittering sound of wind blown leaves, already on the ground. Shorts and flip-flops were packed away and jeans and sweaters hold sway. And one of the fun times that I looked forward to was Halloween, with it’s spookiness, fog, frolic and fun.
Well, I leave you this picture that got through the cobwebs in my mind and got me thinking. Here’s to another change in the seasons, to the change it brings us all regardless of where we reside. Calling us back to remembered childhood fun.