In the Clouds - Some days

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Some days the fog is so all encompassing it feels as if we are ensconced in massive clouds of steam in the middle of the night -- not flying in and out of fluffy clouds in sunlight marveling at their beauty.

We tend to form negative associations with fog. Perhaps instead of dwelling on those, the thick fog that seems to either suffocate or stifle us with it's nothingness, we could today celebrate fog!

Fog, the giant cloud that rolls across the horizon, rises from the depths of shed tears to hug us just enough to make us realize we are alive, to make us realize we can only change some things, that surprises are around the next corner, good and bad, that holds our tears until they can reach the clouds.

So, we are hugged by gentle clouds who allow our tears to fall back to earth where they rise again to remind you, me, them -- that we are alive.


Rose DesRochers said...

What a beautiful thought provoking post hun.

Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

Rose Desrochers - Thank you, so much. I am glad you stopped by today.

Shelby said...

ooooooh the mysterious fog.. love it!

Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

Shelby, I love the fog when I am not driving in it or worrying about someone else in it. And it is mysterious, brings out the writer in us. Thanks for commenting!