We've had more than a few foggy days this month, something I'm quite happy about. While it's not an unusual phenomenon when you live near the water's edge, particularly at this time of year, fog is still a rare enough event to feel like a treat. It will slow me right down if not completely stop me in my tracks, and not just for the lack of visibility. I love how the fog lends an intangible and ethereal, even eerie sense to the day, while at the same time offers something of solace and grounding. All weather systems are relatively changeable in these parts, but fog comes with a more definite sense of the fleeting...think it's that sense that makes me stop and pay attention in a different way...it envelopes and enthralls and reminds me to take notice of the very moment at hand. These fleeting moments, they bring with them a kind of hush...there is both a weight and a weightlessness to them. Fog enshrouds like a heavy blanket that comforts and consoles, while at the same time whispers to me of the lightness of being...
