The Mists

We live in a small town on the Delaware River. When you live near a major body of water you begin to gage things based on that body of water. It doesn't matter if it is an ocean or a small creek, all bodies of water have their own influence on the areas near them. It is a normal thing for me to take stock of the river as I drive along its banks or over it. This morning on my way home, around 9:30, I noticed a mist on the river. I figured the river was cooler than the light rain that was falling into it, thus causing the mist. What caught my eye was the irregularity of the mists. For a moment I fantasied that the lost island of Avalon was located for that moment on the wing dam between Lambertville, NJ and New Hope, PA.

Deciding to spice up my already imaginative mind I parked the car in a lot on the river in Lambertville and observed. What came to mind as I watched the progression of the mist was a drum roll. At the bridge there was hardly any mist, a low roll of the drum. As the mist edged down towards the wing dam it gradually increased in size - the drum roll increasing in volume - till arriving at the wing dam where it sprung as high as the trees - reaching a full crescendo. My love affair with the river continues. It fascinates many of us. Everyone with whom I came in contact today had something to say about the river - the ebb and flow is a fascination.