Discrepancy

On Sunday, we sat on Pemberbutt's roof admiring the fact that we were sitting in the sunshine while being surrounded by fog. We could see that our house was right where the fog began to evaporate as it poured over twin peaks. This morning, up at Kite Hill, I sat right on that fog line. I was bathed in hazy sunlight; the city below was brightly lit; the houses 50 yards behind me were shrouded in fog.

On my way down from Kite Hill, I noticed a man standing on the sidewalk with his dog, staring across the street. I followed his gaze to see about eight green-bodied, read-headed parrots hanging out in a cypress tree in someone's front yard. It's strange enough to see such bright tropical birds in this cold, windy city when they are sitting in a eucalypt - but when they're in a cypress, it's even stranger.