In My Garden: Sunsets That Speak of Magic

The afternoon after we returned to the Bay Area from warm Mexico, a heavy, fall fog crept across the wetlands behind my house, right before sunset. It created that lovely, mysterious, cotton-y silence in which all sounds become muffled and you think to yourself...magic is just around the corner. The sunset refused to be intimidated -- it lit up the sky violently and then melded with the gray atmosphere. That which was distant seemed close, that which was close seemed far. As the sky's wattage turned up, the cats salsa-ed in the back yard. Not really, but they would not have tiptoed as e.e. cummings' foggy cat -- instead they would have looked at the fiery oranges, reds, and pinks weaving through the fog -- then cracked out the tequila shooters and marimba-ed across the redwood deck. So I imagined. Instead of similar antics, I just grabbed pictures of the light/fog show. Magic.