The Gift of Fog

by Margaret on February 26, 2017

It was just a short walk with my son’s dogs in the early morning February fog along the Cross Loop Rd.  The temperature was well above freezing, rain was approaching, and the snow in most places too soft to walk on. I set out feeling just so disappointed with spring arriving too early and with a sense of resignation.  There was fog everywhere with a breathless beauty grandstanding these trees in their stark and striking presence.  Ah, such a reminder – beauty is always present.

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