The fog has climbed the hill to our house once again. It softens the texture of the landscape and makes my daily walks somehow different. It seems to hold mystery as it wraps itself around the familiar landscape, sometimes revealing it, sometimes hiding it.
It’s a good metaphor for my life right now – fog as the unknown, fog as a presence, fog as a gentle body wrap – there’s many ways to use it.
The fog asks questions and I like the answers I have to contemplate with the changed view.