For the last several mornings I have woken to find I am the only person who exists in the world. I look out my window and there is nothing beyond my balcony but white. The harbor and the entire town are gone — completely devoured by the fog.
Soon though, a sunbeam burns through and touches my patio. I watch it move slowly toward my window. Soon it breaks into the house and joins me in my chair, warming me along with my morning tea.
As the sunbeam advances, the fog retreats. It isn’t long before even the most stubborn wisps are chased from the tree tops. The sun blazes gloriously and dances off the water. Today as I drove toward town I wondered about buying wholesale sunglasses. There don’t seem to be any in the stores in town and I could probably make a killing right now selling them from a corner stand.
When I got out of the car at the store parking lot, I had to keep my head down and my eyes on the ground because of the glare from the sun. Since it is supposed to be winter here, I didn’t bother to pack my shades and could really do with a new pair or three myself (I like to keep a variety of styles on hand). Besides, Amoeba excels at losing sun glasses, so having a whole warehouse full at my fingertips appeals to me.