It’s foggy this morning.
I love the way the misty gray backdrop makes the colors of the leaves seem more rich and deep.
I love the way the fog softens the edges of everything.
Until even the straggling line of trees left in the clear-cut is graceful.
I love the way the fog diffuses the light, the way half-shrouded objects suddenly pop into sharp focus when you get close enough.
Fog is just water. Like people are just people, trees are just trees.
It tells me that mud and magic are pretty much the same thing; it’s how you use what’s there that makes the difference.
Something to remember.