Crack! There is the sun-
the fog a protected shell releases the yolk. We woke up to strange fog today, a blanket around the house. Fog amazes me in that when you are within it, you have your own clarity and space, and yet from a distance, you can't see anyone, nor can they see you. There is a metaphor in that. I went outside to feel the cool air, dropping over me gently, and then the sun through the fog and was beautiful. If we were in normal times, I would have been too busy to stop and enjoy, getting ready for work and off to the bus stop. There is joy in these moments.
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