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Mundane Monday #156

Welcome to Mundane Monday #156: our theme today is serendipitous light. Does serendipitous light contradict mundane? I don’t think so. We were walking on the beach in the evening and as the angle of the light changed, Marrowstone Island lit up under the lowering clouds. I stopped taking pictures of the flock of brant and took pictures of the land and sky instead.

What picture do you have of serendipitous or accidental or fortuitous light? Link and I will post them next Monday.

Last Mundane Monday #155, the theme was close color.

The Wishing Well sends this: https://bedressed.wordpress.com/2018/04/12/photo-challenge-yesterdays-mundane-capture/.

And K. L.Allendorfer: https://klallendoerfer.wordpress.com/2018/04/09/mundane-monday-embassy-suites/.

Happy Monday and I hope that your sky and horizon light up more than once this week.

There, I managed to mess up links to #155 at least three times….learning.

 

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shy

This is for Virtues and views, Blogging from A to Z, the letter S.

There is more than one feeling that the fog could raise: shy, sneaky, subtle, sleepy. Scary if I am in a sailboat and the fog slides off Marrowstone Island and reaches fingers towards my boat. If I am smart, I am prepared with charts and radio and GPS and radar and I know that the ferry comes through and I will stay out of it’s way.

From dictionary.com: shy.

1. bashful; retiring.

2. easily frightened away; timid.

3.suspicious; distrustful:
I am a bit shy of that sort of person.

4. reluctant; wary.

5. deficient: shy of funds.

6. scant; short of a full amount or number:
still a few dollars shy of our goal; an inch shy of being six feet.

7.(in poker) indebted to the pot.

Yet these all seem negative. Can’t shy be a positive feeling? From everything2.com and Webster 1913:

The embarrassed look of shy distress
And maidenly shamefacedness.
Wordsworth.

That isn’t what I want either, that women should be shy and retiring.

No, I am thinking of the shy delight and mystery of the fog lying over Marrowstone Island while it’s clear on the water. And wondering shyly if the fog will expand as the tendrils reach down to the water… or will it dissipate slowly to a bright clear sunny day?

My shy and secret delight at the beauty of the world.