Tuesday, September 23, 2008

the mist



It was all mist when my wife and I, along with my sister-in-law and three of her friends, trooped to Baguio over the weekend. We were boating in Burnham Park 4:30 Saturday, but we couldn't see the other end of the lagoon. Boats emerging from the fog reminded me of ghost ships and the Philadelphia Experiment, of cold Transylvanian mornings and that brilliant Stephen King novella. It was both eerie and beautiful.