By Maryanna Gabriel
Endurance. This week it is fog. It curls around the house and makes me feel like staying in bed, and after days of it, saps the spirit. Yesterday, I bravely went into it and crossed the great water to get some supplies. The little ferry's horn went off every few minutes. It was worth it. When I made it to the wool shop, the sun shone. It was so warm I wanted to take my sweater off and seeing the blue sky was so heart-warming! As I returned to the ferry the embankment of gray once again surrounded the landscape. The little shop was selling a drink called "Crofton Fog", so I had one. It was a delicious - Earl Gray flavoured with lavender. Sadly, although I was half an hour early, there were so many cars that it would be another two and a half hours before I could fit onto the ferry and return home in the dark. It's all a question of endurance. This morning I can hear the horns again. I think I will make cookies. A bit of cheer.
