The fog cleared and life moved on
I am a blank slate tonight.
A blah day makes a blah mind.
It was very foggy this morning. Brisbane does not do fog, well rarely anyway.
The fog made me miss living in Toowoomba, where we lived for 25 years before moving to Brisbane in 2002. Toowoomba is up on the mountains, or what passes for a mountain in fairly flat Australia. It is on the Great Dividing Range and it gets cold there. White frost mornings. Once in the 1980s it even snowed. I like the cold winters, especially when my children were tiny and we could bunker down for the day inside.
Toowoomba gets lots of fog. Pea soup fog where you can't see 3 feet in front of you, even in the day time. I didn't like that so much, especially as due to being one eyed I am also a little night blind, so I would freak out if I had to go somewhere at night. I usually made excuses and stayed home!
Toowoomba allowed me to indulge my coat/jumper/pullover fetish. I still have many of my favourites but they languish in my closet unused unless we go on vacation somewhere cold. In Brisbane we rarely need more than a very light coat, most often long sleeve clothing is enough! I have to laugh at Brisbanites who moan about the cold and wrap up in scraves and caps when it is 18 C outside! I think they just want the fun of wearing woollens!
So this morning was foggy and it made me miss the life we left behind, when my children were small and learning the ways of the world and needed me most.
The fog cleared and life moved on as it does.
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Fog is good if no one you love is out in it. Just heard on the news tonight that a school bus collided with a train at a crossing this morning, not far from Toowoomba, and a 6 year old boy was killed. He was the first child picked up on a country route and so was the only child on board. The driver survived. So sad.
Too much rain does make one mouldy I must admit.
That's really sad news about the boy. When a fog is heavy like that, the dangers are unknown until they're right on top of you.
I think the older public's (I mean us Baby Boomers) perception of fog is that it's a bad thing for the most part. I can't speak for others, but when I was coming up, it was during the era of "The Scary Movie" and in them, everything that was bad was brought in by the fog. The fog always ensconced ominous danger. The fog rolled in and the monsters crawled out of it. You knew when you were entering a scary place because it was suddenly very foggy there -- that was your cue. No cemetery scene was complete without fog, and they had machines just to make it.
That being said, in the real world, it's beautiful when observed from a hillside house decking, but on the ground, still holds ominous dangers, and has the power to change lives in a second. It's best to wait until it's lifted.