Fog makes the world intimate.
Fog is a still rain that has donned color and form.
Fog seems tangible;
but not enough for holding, or acquiring its sensation.
Fog begs you recognize that there are things beyond your sight;
things you would pretend you knew if you could see them.
Fog can be beautiful or it can reveal beauty.
Fog is a wild calmness a shroud, a surrender;
an invitation to wonder, and to accept.
Fog can hide what you wish you could see.
Fog seeks patience.
Fog can overstay its welcome, can bring to much closeness;
can limit the same senses it invites to reflection.
Fog is a shadow that points to the light.
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