Into the mist-ic … on this Fogday.


No, the spellchecker did not suddenly go wacky … nor did I, but walking through Council Point Park on this foggy Friday had some mystical qualities to be sure. In my early morning jaunt, as the mist cast a cloak over me while I was walking to the Park, in my fogged-up head I was playing Van Morrison’s “Into the Mystic” … now my walk had no correlation at all to the song, but for the fog reference, and I was just thinking of that hauntingly beautiful music in that tune. While making my way around the two laps at the Park, I noticed that you couldn’t even see the other side of the perimeter path. In the expanse of the soccer field, ghost-like goal posts were scattered about and they looked a little eerie in the misty morning. Hulking trees seemed larger than normal as they loomed on the horizon. The grass was soaking wet and the slight breeze rustled in the trees causing them to shake droplets down on my head (at least I hope it was the trees and not a passing bird). Nary a critter was out this morning and I wondered if they deemed it unsafe to venture out when they could hardly see the humans as they walked along the trail. I would think they would rely on scent alone, but …. All the while the foghorns down on the River in Wyandotte kept bleating out a lonesome call, almost sounding dejected and forlorn, and then along came the 8:20 a.m. train likewise interrupting the still morn as it rolled on through the City. All in all, it was not the most-memorable walk, though the shadowy figures and misty morn provided fodder for fellow walkers and I to comment on. As I walked home, I decided it was a morning more suited for late October and the witchin’ season.

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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