I’m a Magpie
How can it be I feel colder here, in Sausalito, than I did back east, where it was usually below freezing? Probably the lack of central heat, and also the fact that I’m not wearing jeans for the first time in over a week. Yup, that’s most likely it. Mystery solved.
It’s beautiful this morning, all soft and foggy and dim. When I woke up, the moon was hanging suspended in the middle of our front windows, in a sky lit pink from below by our Christmas lights. I’d had a dream — a nightmare, really — about apocalyptic storms, and a haunted house where I was the caretaker and in charge of finding everyone beds that wouldn’t eat them during the night. Some mystery hinged on a re-appearing refrigerator filled with food, all of it mysteriously unspoiled, despite having been missing for years.
My phone is out of juice, which is a shame, because I’d like to try and photograph the fog outside. It probably wouldn’t translate well, but it’d be fun to try. With my little cell phone camera, it’s often the most monochromatic dimly-lit days that work the best.
Two birds just flew past (ducks, maybe? Grebes?), and the wake of a departing freighter is making interesting shadows out towards the gate. I’ve missed being on the water.
Every time I go back east, though, I feel like I should stay. As if life — real life that is — is back there, and whatever I’d doing here is an odd sort of daydream. A daydream that smells like doughnuts. Whoever’s got one really ought to have brought enough to share. My stomach is on CT time, and breakfast is overdue.
Oh, Alcatraz, I missed you. It’s all green and overgrowing now, because it’s rainy season, and the rocks are dotted with what mist be birds. Are they nesting? Hanging out? Eating? Not birds after all?
The city has a heavy overhang of fog, like a unibrow. I have a sore throat, which I hope doesn’t turn into anything more serious. The ferry is almost ready to pull in, and a large freighter loaded with multicolored shipping containers is making its way beneath the Bay Bridge. Maybe I’ll get some orange juice on the way to work. Maybe that will help.
I'm a librarian. Special skills include dog charming, brochure writing, slapdash cooking and long-winded nattering. I also enjoy watching the sunset's reflection in the tall buildings downtown.
For a while there, I taught classes on Classical literature, philosophy, and the history of religion at New College of California. I have an MA and an MFA in Writing, and live on a boat in Sausalito, CA.