A Spot of Sea Air
Rubob and Tine ventured out of their village today, on a short trip to the sea.
Tine has been feeling poorly this week, ever since a family of germs mistook her for their own village and took up residence. She thought a taste of sea air might do her some good, and so it did.
On their way down to the coast, Tine and Rubob passed this rock, a waypoint that proved to be a harbinger of things to come.
Tine has special fondness for rocks, and this one was exceptional. It bore a remarkable resemblance to the sea, which she harbors a fondess for, too. In the rock's colors and grain, one could see the colors of a winter seascape, with the gray surface of the ocean and the muted light of the sun, Tine thought.
"And that little cairn on top might well be a lighthouse," she said to Rubob.
The two then stopped briefly in a village at the shore.
Rubob took note of the village's architectural details, as he is wont to do.
And the denizens of the village took note of Tine's arrival.
The two stopped for soup in the village market and then browsed in the village bookshop, where Tine purchased a sea saga to add to her collection on her bedroom floor. Finally, they set off down Mulberry Point Road for a spot of salt air and sea spray.
Their journey down Mulberry Point Road -- and back up and down again, then once more back up (all in search of a footbridge they never found) -- brought to mind this rhyme:
"All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun.
Pop! goes the weasel. "
"Up and down the City Road,
In and out of the Eagle,
That's the way the money goes.
Pop! goes the weasel."
Rubob hummed the tune monotonously in a somewhat vexed state of mind as he and Tine passed and repassed the familiar sights of Mulberry Point Road.
After many twists and turns, our heroes at least (and at last) found their way to the point, which afforded them a view of Tine's favorite lighthouse.
That's Faulkner Light in the distance. Tine urges you to note the colors of the sea and sky.
"That's my rock, Rubob -- right there," Tine said.
Many a time have Tine and Rubob set sail for the lighthouse in their doughty craft, Puffin. This spring, Tine plans to sail to the island again,and she hopes you might join her on her voyages.
Here's a closeup of the lighthouse, which seems remarkably toylike (for such are the vagaries of sea air and long-distance photography).
After a taste of salt air, which Tine found to be every bit as salubrious as she'd anticipated, she and Rubob made their way home in rush-hour traffic. The journey home required passage through the world at large.
"Tengo un pequeno problema con las multitudes," Tine thought on the busy highway, recalling a line she'd seen in another blog on blogspot.com.
Tine and Rubob's journey to the sea and back wasn't a long one, but "all in all, it was very pleasant," Tine commented.
Rubob responded with a cough, showing that Tine's germs were moving on.
Tine has been feeling poorly this week, ever since a family of germs mistook her for their own village and took up residence. She thought a taste of sea air might do her some good, and so it did.
On their way down to the coast, Tine and Rubob passed this rock, a waypoint that proved to be a harbinger of things to come.
Tine has special fondness for rocks, and this one was exceptional. It bore a remarkable resemblance to the sea, which she harbors a fondess for, too. In the rock's colors and grain, one could see the colors of a winter seascape, with the gray surface of the ocean and the muted light of the sun, Tine thought.
"And that little cairn on top might well be a lighthouse," she said to Rubob.
The two then stopped briefly in a village at the shore.
Rubob took note of the village's architectural details, as he is wont to do.
And the denizens of the village took note of Tine's arrival.
The two stopped for soup in the village market and then browsed in the village bookshop, where Tine purchased a sea saga to add to her collection on her bedroom floor. Finally, they set off down Mulberry Point Road for a spot of salt air and sea spray.
Their journey down Mulberry Point Road -- and back up and down again, then once more back up (all in search of a footbridge they never found) -- brought to mind this rhyme:
"All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun.
Pop! goes the weasel. "
"Up and down the City Road,
In and out of the Eagle,
That's the way the money goes.
Pop! goes the weasel."
Rubob hummed the tune monotonously in a somewhat vexed state of mind as he and Tine passed and repassed the familiar sights of Mulberry Point Road.
After many twists and turns, our heroes at least (and at last) found their way to the point, which afforded them a view of Tine's favorite lighthouse.
That's Faulkner Light in the distance. Tine urges you to note the colors of the sea and sky.
"That's my rock, Rubob -- right there," Tine said.
Many a time have Tine and Rubob set sail for the lighthouse in their doughty craft, Puffin. This spring, Tine plans to sail to the island again,and she hopes you might join her on her voyages.
Here's a closeup of the lighthouse, which seems remarkably toylike (for such are the vagaries of sea air and long-distance photography).
After a taste of salt air, which Tine found to be every bit as salubrious as she'd anticipated, she and Rubob made their way home in rush-hour traffic. The journey home required passage through the world at large.
"Tengo un pequeno problema con las multitudes," Tine thought on the busy highway, recalling a line she'd seen in another blog on blogspot.com.
Tine and Rubob's journey to the sea and back wasn't a long one, but "all in all, it was very pleasant," Tine commented.
Rubob responded with a cough, showing that Tine's germs were moving on.
posted by Tine at 10:46 PM
