Fog Is Important In Memories!

  Every year just about this time, I have flashbacks of a time long ago.  These are of a span of years between toddler and teens when I would have a special time with my grandmother.  She and I both loved the movie "Brigadoon" and would share a special time watching it together.  The tradition started when I was about 5 years old and lasted until my teens when she passed.  I would spend the night at her house watching the movie and sipping milked down tea in her fine teacups.  It was our own special "togetherness" time...a time that I will never forget.   

  This time of year always reminds me of the bond shared between the two of us and our love for the old movie.  It is nothing more than the weather that starts rattling around amidst the cobwebs in the far corners of my brain until it shakes out the memories, dusts them off and lets me revel in a bit of bittersweet happiness.  This morning, the weather did its part of jogging the memories from their hiding place.  Overnight, a thick fog developed and completely whited out the Bayou and its surrounding areas.  I could not see ten feet in front of me as I headed to the pier.  This always gives me an almost eerie but equally serene feeling.    After about an hour, the fog lifted from our area but was still heavy across the Bay.  A low lying fog stayed above the channel that separates the two lands.  The island to my right was vividly apparent but the shore just beyond was shrouded in the mist.  Only the tops of the buildings and the tall water tower could be seen.  "Brigadoon" (better known around here as Keesler Air Base) was emerging from the mist!  My memories started running wild. 

  It is also times like this that spurs the imagination into gear.  All sorts of fanciful tales were causing a ruckus in the mind.  Tales of disappearing villages, true love and, of course, fog!  Fog is important in all ramblings of the mind!