Just for a lark, I thought to pick up today’s post from where I left off yesterday, which was with the mountain silhouetted in the wash of light from the flare of the setting sun. Back there on the threshold of night, I was hoping for the world to come into relief again with the brand new light of day. And so it did, as far as the slopes of Mt. Tam are concerned, at least the slopes viewed from the same narrow frame as last night.
A Twitter friend, pipsan, re-tweeted about a list of unexplained sounds, as they are explained on Wikipedia. Of the many intriguing ones on the list, we both seemed to be most taken with mistpouffers, especially with the way “ou” serves for the echo of the boom by the water, rather than the more forthright “oo” would do for a booming sound.
I don’t know if this is a mild case of synesthesia, but the light over the mountain, the way it changes through the day and through the seasons, evokes sounds for me, sounds that the word “mistpouffer” might very well approximate at times, especially when the fog is rolling in from across the ocean and then cresting over the slopes as it heads toward the bay ont his side of the Golden Gate.
For those of you, who might also have lightly defined sensory pathways in certain areas, I hope this post will help open the borders long enough to have numbers or colors or shapes, or whatever other sensation longs to join another, whirling for a while to the sounds of a mistpouffer from across the waters of the imagination.