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