Foggy Fall Day

Lifting Fog on the Lake

It was a bright crisp morning in early November.

As I crested the hill overlooking the lake I felt like I was floating on top of the world.  I was peaking out of the clouds surrounding me and clear skies above; all I could see below were tree tops poking out of a dense fog.  Descending to the lake road, I was in a thick cloud with limited visibility, but came out of the cloud near the bottom of the hill.  It was clear at ground level; the fog leaving wispy kisses on the top of fence posts as it ascended.

The fog was almost gone by the time I reached the lake.

Thought for the Day:  Derive happiness in oneself  from a good days work, from illuminating the fog around us.                                                            Henri Matisse


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