Ruminations On The Fog

RUMINATIONS ON THE FOG I awoke this morning to silence save the croaking of a solitary frog. The clouds had descended from the heavens cloaking the mountain in a blanket of fog… On this cool summer morning in September with the fog spreading everywhere… I'm reminded how the Earth is alive… for her breath was everywhere. There is a calmness in the morning fog all boundaries seem to cease… There is a peace that overcomes us… and there is beauty in the peace…. Some people may see sadness in the mist as it envelopes every stream, every sapling, every log But I see happiness and I wonder: Would the sun seem as alluring… if it wasn't for the fog? And isn't life is a little like the fog… The path ahead of us may not always be clear But if we stop to enjoy the beauty of the walk the answers soon appear. I wish everyone could walk in the morning fog because being shrouded on a stroll and dancing in the misty solitude is one way to find our soul.