Usually, grey is a good word to describe winter days. It is not so good as a description of a summer day. Summer days are bright. Summer days are maybe green. Summer days are not grey. Today was grey.. It was not just overcast grey, even though there were a few clouds, the day was an ominous, gloomy, almost eerie grey. It started out that way at daybreak, stayed that way throughout the day and ended that way at nightfall. I do not think Mr. Sun ever showed his face all day.
According to the local weather forecast, our greyness was a bit unusual. It seems that a great cloud of dust floated across the ocean just to visit us. How nice! Could this year possibly get any better? I am still awaiting Godzilla's appearance on the Bayou then my happiness would be complete! Back to this dust storm/cloud/entity, however, as it is the current situation that looms over our heads. Pandemics, riots, murder hornets, tropical storms...those are not enough! We NEED a good old-fashioned dust storm (said no one ever)! But we got it so I have tried to look for the silver lining amonst the grey. The weather people have promised that we will have "enhanced" sunrises and sunsets for the next few days. Well, duh! If it weren't so grey maybe I could find that sunrise! As a matter of fact, I cannot even find the sun at all! How am I supposed to have an exciting sunrise or sunset? Nope. Neither happened. I got grey. Grey. Hazy, hazy, can't see anything in the distance grey. That's it.
Perhaps tomorrow will find me facing a different story and I can share some beautiful photographs with you. The greyness today did not bother me much as I spent my time putting up a couple of bushels of butter beans and a bushel of field peas. Those brightened the day tremendously! Things are not all bad regardless of this newest attempt at giving us all a good stir. The media blowup of each and every mundane occurrence should be waning as we are all growing weary of the dire warnings to their fairy tales. Although, if I do see Godzilla sloshing around in the Bayou, I will admit that it was all worth the aggravation of listening to the bunch of crock we have had to endure from the media the whole of 2020! The media and all of the pot-stirrers need to just give it up. Making mountains out of molehills is a thing of the past. Things happen but there is no reason whatsoever to get riled. Life is far too short for that.
I had a very fitful night of tossing and turning due to a backache. I awoke at midnight in a fit of agony and only got intermittent sleep thereafter. Well, there was nothing to do but get out of bed at 4am and head to my happy place, the pier. Walking seems to be the best remedy for any type backache so walking is what I did. Since it was still quite dark outside, the pier seemed to be the safest place to do any sort of hiking. Being several hundred feet long and well above the marsh, I felt relatively safe from stepping on a moccasin. The pier planks seem to grasp any bit of moonlight and are a lot brighter than any path under the trees. Back and forth, I hiked the length of the pier twenty times and soon was feeling some better. It was while I was on the pier that things took a turn to the wild side!
Once I stepped up on the ramp going to the main pier, it became obvious that a heavy fog had laid in overnight. Ahh, my favorite hiking time! Things seem so different when cloaked in fog. The mistiness can sure make things look kind of creepy but. at the same time, beautiful. This morning, things were slightly different than our usual, winter fog days. Now, there were leaves that filled out trees making them appear to be huge monsters but, monsters aside, it was that spaceship that caught my eye!
Yep, the spaceship is what got my full focus once I was on the end of the pier. It is not often that you can have an actual sighting! In reality, the "spaceship" was merely the gazebo across the Bayou but it looked a whole lot different when shrouded by fog. The imagination ran wild and memories were brought back into the open after being stowed away in the dark corners of the brain. A story about fishing, a spaceship and a priest. Does it get any better than that?
One day after an early morning fishing trip, Pop came home with a pretty wild tale. This was when I was a youngster and before all of the homes and gazebos were built. As Pop was fishing from his skiff, his good friend arrived to fish near him. This friend was a priest from the local church. The story was related of how they were catching flounders and talking when suddenly on the horizon, there appeared a strange craft. This "spaceship" came toward them and stopped to hover several hundred feet away. Pop said it was round, had lots of lights but never made a sound. After it hovered for about ten minutes, the lights started flashing and it shot straight up in the air until it was out of sight. Pop went on to tell how his friend, the priest, was shaken and asked if it was a spaceship. Pop, trying to be strong and reassuring, said he did not know but it sure may have been. Both fishermen decided to ease their way closer to the old pier and wait until sunrise before venturing any further.
To this day, there has been no explanation as to what Pop and the priest had seen. It could have been anything but it left them both with ideas of it being aliens. This morning's "spaceship" did not fly off into the wild, blue yonder but sat grounded. I guess my imagination went a little overboard. But...that Godzilla like creature that was as tall as the trees sure looked real to me!
