Resurrection Bay

On blue-black beach the waves abate and toss about the chips of slate to wear the ragged edges round ensuring skipping stones abound. The swirling mist, the diamond drops race up the beach with frequent stops to put a shine on stoic stone and soak this hiker to the bone. There are those who rue a day of mist on Resurrection Bay when Sol, he is a shaded lamp and all is quiet, subtle, damp. But rain that makes the trail so slick will leave the mosses mattress thick, help the spruce grow stong and tall, give substance to the waterfall. The dancing mist has no regard for angry rock, sharp and hard, and in a soft and cool embrace will smooth a wrinkle from a face. This foggy day confirms belief all need not be in sharp relief! why the hurry? Find a way appreciate this gentle day.