| January rains keep me
from my tunnels most days, but one Sunday I did sing in the Marin Headlands tunnel on
Conzelman Road. Clouds of coastal fog drifting into the Golden Gate aroused the fog horns
that day. Their rhythmic drone provided many new songs. This morning the fog falls quickly like a
soft curtain across the Golden Gate Bridge and clings to the water. It thins, then
disappears as I wind slowly up to the tunnel.
From inside the tunnel I see
sunlight falling on redwood trees. Benevolent breezes merge wildflower and redwood
fragrance and bring them to me. I breath their richness deeply. I sing their songs.
Raven teases with acrobatic flight,
then sits suddenly hidden in the redwood, chuckling to my songs.
I love the fog in San Francisco,
but always welcome the first sunny days of February. Flowering trees burst into color.
Bird songs wake me from winter dreaming. My heart hears hope and renewal and I too, sing! |
