|humid morning, fogged window|
Photo by J. Harrington
Early this morning, when the picture was taken, the temperature differential between inside and outside was only about 4 or 5 degrees. The window you can't see through is on the west side of the house, overlooking the bird feeders on the deck. Other windows on the north, east and south sides of the house were all clear at the time the picture was taken. The lack of wind (< 5 mph) makes me doubtful breezes were a major factor. By 8:00 a.m. the window was clear although there didn't seem to have been any major change in atmospheric conditions. Since most of the windows were clear, and the temperature differences not that great, some might claim the 94% humidity simply triggered condensation. I prefer to note that life remains full of surprises. Could it be that fairies were using the bird bath (the one visible if the window were clear and under which a green tree frog often hides) and, wanting some privacy from curious human eyes, used their magic to fog the view? When they finished bathing, breezes caused by fairy wings blew the moisture away as the fairies themselves flew away. In the Winter, even though the bird bath is heated, it's too cold for fairies to bathe and we never get condensation on the outside of the windows. Works for me.
At a Window
Give me hunger,O you gods that sit and giveThe world its orders.Give me hunger, pain and want,Shut me out with shame and failureFrom your doors of gold and fame,Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!But leave me a little love,A voice to speak to me in the day end,A hand to touch me in the dark roomBreaking the long loneliness.In the dusk of day-shapesBlurring the sunset,One little wandering, western starThrust out from the changing shores of shadow.Let me go to the window,Watch there the day-shapes of duskAnd wait and know the comingOf a little love.
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