{"id":376,"date":"2011-08-17T02:28:20","date_gmt":"2011-08-17T02:28:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gregglory.com\/wordpress\/?p=376"},"modified":"2023-07-08T10:22:03","modified_gmt":"2023-07-08T10:22:03","slug":"first-mist-of-bridalveil","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/posts\/first-mist-of-bridalveil\/","title":{"rendered":"First Mist of Bridalveil"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\nSome experiences come only once, and some are repeated many times, and some of those that come only once stay repeated in the mind, a worrystone or rosary the soul comes to know as wholly holy.  Here at Bridalveil Falls I step wearily from the car, a sere leaf fallen (and, almost, in last year&#8217;s love parade, marched to mulch).  With careful deliberation, I shut out the sounds of the plain parkinglot, the cavorting kids and bees at my ears, the insistent glitter of sunshine telling eyes <em>look look look.<\/em>  Out of the quiet and the dark, I am made aware of a coldness coming through, a cold of many winter nights compacted and pressed, a hundred years of igloo construction it seems, it is so cold, so starsharp, piercing.  The tall trees surrounding the lot have stood in that cold the way commuters wait out a sudden shower: with newspapers raised over their heads, making ironic remarks to strangers.  Through those patient trees a mist is springing.  Like vodka blown off an endless icecube, the mist spritzes belligerently.  Still, every face turns towards it, into the wet.  After a quarter mile we are standing soaked among mossy boulders, the sound of the unknown river itself a kind of wetness filling every ear.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Some experiences come only once, and some are repeated many times, and some of those that come only once stay repeated in the mind, a worrystone or rosary the soul comes to know as wholly holy. Here at Bridalveil Falls I step wearily from the car, a sere leaf fallen (and, almost, in last year&#8217;s <a href='https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/posts\/first-mist-of-bridalveil\/' class='excerpt-more'>[&#8230;]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1001002,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-376","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poems","category-sipping-beer","category-5-id","category-9-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/376","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1001002"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=376"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/376\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8453,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/376\/revisions\/8453"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=376"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=376"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=376"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}