Some days it feels like I’m living in two different places, one is a beautiful oasis with views of the towns opposite, both in the valley and in the mountains, the other is a dismal shroud of nothingness. Some mornings we wake to this cloying shroud in the form of a thick mist that means we have zero visibility, it’s almost like living inside a cloud until the sun comes out to burn it off.
I guess the low lying mist becomes trapped in the basin of the valley, some mornings it’s so tangible you feel as though if you reached out to it, you could stroke it as it lies curled around the landscape like a large grey cat. We’ve not had the mist for a week or so, and today here it is again. The towns of Altino and Archi are obliterated, concealed by the grey nothingness. This benign blanket has no taste or scent, it just lies there like a sleeping cat, swallowing up the countryside.
The sun breaks through and the cat wakes, tendrils drift upwards as it stretches and I watch as it arches its back towards the skies and starts to dissipate. It’s unusual as you can actually see it dissolving, it sometimes looks like it’s running away from the warmth.
As the grey cat starts to move away the town below starts to come into view, almost like it’s in soft focus, in much the same way Cybil Shepherd was shot when she filmed the TV series Moonlighting: I never liked how she was always in soft focus yet Bruce Willis wasn’t, if anyone could have done with a bit of help it was Mr Willis. The towns in the mountains are very slowly revealed as the cat slinks off towards the west.
The mist almost looks like smoke as it rises in columns before disappearing slowly to expose the town of Archi, like a dogs hind leg balanced upon the ridge opposite.
Thankfully, the grey cat doesn’t visit often and when she does, she doesn’t hang around for too long.