Friday, August 24, 2012
Friday Fictioneers: "Firmament"
This week's Friday Fictioneers has a photo that looks like where I live, and that's a start. Please visit the link and try your own little piece of literature!
Today we had our first taste of autumn in Pennsylvania as the fog filled the valleys in our fields, slowly-rolling little clouds creeping up to the house. The temperature gradients explain it, but it is ghostly.
A friend visiting Alaska this summer peered through her binoculars for Denali among the clouds. When she finally saw it she pulled her companions' sleeves, but they would not believe her. Finally they made out the peak, dark rock and bright snow above a little tuft of gray.
Little children run through the farm fog, secure on the familiar ground beneath their feet, waving arms wildly and spinning through the mists. But they'll shriek sure as anything if the dog suddenly muzzles them out of the white, or a tree looms.
I have to share another photo, though, that my husband took of our own fields: