Mist and fog ~
marauders of the night,
muffle morning’s sun.
Drip moisture on decks,
lush grass, drooping hammocks
and once tall hollyhocks.
Grey ocean meets putty sky,
nature’s pall like widow’s veil.
But my view today?
My spirits shall not be dampened
nor my view dimmed
of this wonderful place
called Provincetown.
I know the sun is there,
simply biding her time to appear.

It is indeed a foggy morning in Provincetown today. I shall simply wipe down the table and chairs on our deck and sit outside to savor the myriad shades of grey presenting themselves between ocean and low hanging sky, all the while listening to the ebb and flow of waves lapping on to shore.