ONE FOGGY ALMOST CHRISTMAS DAY

On a walk a few days before Christmas… I was greeted by a morning fog so thick… to my face and hands and clothing… that heavy fog did stick. A blanket so dense when I looked ahead… the fog obstructed my view… The kind of fog you don’t walk in… you find yourself walking through. This fog blocked the moon and the stars and frustrated the morning breeze everything around was wet… i could hear fog dripping off the trees. As I turned the corner down town on this cozy foggy night I was greeted there on Main Street by a host of Christmas lights. I stopped to enjoy the moment as the multi-colored lights blended with the foggy grey. I stopped because the moment took my breath away. I walked the rest of the way in silence… a fitting epilogue… to the morning I was blessed to be surrounded by the beauty of the fog.