It comes, it goes 11/16/11

• Last night:  Warm fog swamped the air and did a dance of veils in the flood lights.  Then it ate a 15-story hotel two blocks away and everything beyond.  My world felt small but cozy.
• Today:  6:30am  Steel blue and peachy-pink are the morning colors, touching sleepy drifting pillow clouds, the thick fortress of clouds guarding the horizon and melting into the ocean, and the break of sky between.  The heavy haze stopped time, squelched the sunrise.
• My aunt flies in today for a visit.  I get a hug . . . I get a hug!
• By the time I got out of the shower (7:35am), Sunbella had blasted through the muck of clouds and was shining bright.  The day begins.
• 8:25am  The soup is back and Ocean Blvd north of the Landmark resort is gone from sight.  Mr. Fog, don't screw with my aunt getting here safely or we'll have to tangle.  And the wrath of Roni ain't pretty.
• Lots to do.  Gotta get busy.