The consolation of fog- On of the first mornings I worked at my new job, which required me to get up far earlier than I am eager to do, I was biking to work and saw some mist on a field in front of a farm. It was such a beautiful picture (again, no camera) but it just made me glad to be awake at that time, just as the sun was beginning to rise. This only happened once or twice since then in the two months that I have worked there, but I always remember what it looked like and how peaceful it made me, and willing to get up at that time, just so I might see the mist again.
I suppose that isn't technically
fog, so here's another one- While riding though North Dakota with my family and two good friends of ours, it was densely foggy the whole time. This led to two interesting events: first, mistaking a farm on a hill for the church we were aiming for (which was called St. Ann's,
St. Ann's on the hill, surrounded by fog, for all you
That Hideous Strength fans.) and driving up their driveway before discovering our mistake. And secondly, noticing on our way back, after the fog had cleared, that we had passed a field of giant windmills, right off the road, and we didn't see them at all on the way there.
Live in the world as if only God and your soul were in it; then your heart will never be made captive by any earthly thing. ~ St. John of the Cross
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