Gray Fog
by Sara Teasdale
A fog drifts in, the heavy laden
Cold white ghost of the sea—
One by one the hills go out,
The road and the pepper-tree.
I watch the fog float in at the window
With the whole world gone blind,
Everything, even my longing, drowses,
Even the thoughts in my mind.
I put my head on my hands before me,
There is nothing left to be done or said,
There is nothing to hope for, I am tired,
And heavy as the dead.
Oregon was sunny and warm today. But not on the coast. We were fogged in all day. So it was a quiet day at home. We did do our walks in the morning. Here are some pics of what I see every day walking into town. Tidal Raves is, of course, empty at 7:00 am. Pete’s Dispensary (marijuana) was a gas station when we first started coming here. Then it was a quite delicious BBQ joint. Then it was empty. And now it sells legal drugs. World Mark’s Resort at Whale Pointe is the complex right next to our condo complex – it is a timeshare place. Wing Wa is an “Asian American Taphouse” – we’ve never been. They feature karaoke entertainment. Ugh. The Pirate Coffee Company doesn’t open until 9 AM and the owner is grouchy. (The web site says they open at 8:00 AM – they do not.) We don’t go there.










Pictures of fog are boring, so I won’t post any. Into haiku?































































































































