Why I Like Fog
It brings mystery to the commonplace.
It slows me down,
forcing me to live in the next five hundred feet,
and no further,
forcing me to be more alert,
more aware.
somehow, more alive.
And if there is fear lurking behind the curtain?
What of it?
It lifts with the morning sun.
Quarry House 
I don’t see fear but a promise behind the curtain. A promise of a new adventure and new possibilities. Mother nature’s take on performing the dance of the seven veils to seduce us – the mere mortals with her undeniable charm and splendor.
You obviously take the time to smell the roses. I deeply enjoyed it. Thank you.
Thank you. I pretty much raced through the first fifty years of life before I figured out that whole “smell the roses” thing made more sense. It’s made the past decade, even with it’s struggles, so much richer.
You certainly have arrived Tom, and oh my what an arrival! As for struggles…it is the stifling air beneath the wings of an Eagle that makes it soar. The friction that gives the diamond it’s sparkle. An insidious discomfort due to some sediment that transforms it into a pearl.