Tuesday, November 8, 2011


There is just something so transcendent about fog. It is both comforting and mysterious. I don't know why I love it so much, but it is so good for my soul. Fog softens all the hard edges, covers all the unlovely, brings peace to the busy-ness. I love to walk in it, drive in it, and look at it out of my window with a good book in my lap. It is like that soft quiet of an early morning after the first snow fall, without the extreme cold. Sigh. It is my favorite.