I know there’s a
scientific reason for it, but I’ve always wondered about it. The interesting thing about Fog is that you
see it. It’s there all around you. But you can’t touch it. You can’t feel it. You can’t grab it. You can’t put a bit in your pocket for safe
keeping. But Fog is there
nonetheless.
Fog is
interesting that way. Makes me curious.
My wife, Kim,
gets up to run early every morning. Usually
way, way before the sun peeks over the trees and landscape behind our house. Crazy that way. Disciplined. Far more disciplined than I am. As she set out on her run that one morning,
the sky was clear. Dark, but clear. The morning warm. At least that is what she told me. I was
still sound asleep.
As she ran, she
saw Fog developing eerily among the woods on either side of the street she runs
on. Eerily is the word she used. In her words, it seemed to fall among the
branches of the trees, making its way to the ground.
Nothing one
minute. Then suddenly . . . there. One minute nothing. The next minute surrounded by Fog. Everywhere.
It came on
suddenly. Silently. Quietly.
No warning. No welcoming bell. No shot from a starter’s pistol. No “Ready . . . Set . . . Go!”
When I woke up, the
world . . . my world . . . was shrouded
In Fog.
As I do each and
every morning, my first stop is at the bedroom windows overlooking our
backyard. I had trouble seeing the trees
in the woods. I knew they were
there. I see them every other
morning. Just not that morning. The little pond was gone . . . swallowed
up. Absent. I couldn’t see the cul de sac at the end of
our block. Gone. Seemingly vanished.
I left for work
with my headlights on. I drove more
slowly than I usually do. Took my
time. I left earlier than I usually
do. Took caution. Care.
Yet, I arrived at about the time I normally do.
At some point
that morning, the sun broke through. The
sky turned to a brilliant blue. Bright. Cloudless.
Clear. Clean.
There are times
when we find ourselves In Fog.
Ourselves. Our world.
Our life. Those around us. Our loved ones. All shrouded In Fog.
Sometimes we’re
not sure how Fog got there. Not sure at
all. Clear, calm one minute. In the
next . . .
Nothing one
minute. Then suddenly . . . there. One minute nothing. The next minute surrounded by Fog. Everywhere.
Nothing
clear. No visibility. Things that we know are there, vanished. The clarity we usually have, gone. Sometimes the judgment we normally have,
absent. Like the trees in my backyard, a
way out, a path, a road, not visible.
Yet . . .
If we take our
time . . . if we move through life . . .
that stretch of life . . . with our lights on, with precaution, with care, with
deliberation and purpose, just like later that morning, the sun breaks through. Things become brighter. Clearer.
Cleaner.
If we take our
time, if we take precaution, a bit more care, our thinking becomes sharper. Decisions can be made safely, maybe easier. With a little care. With a little caution. With a little extra time. Something to think about . . .
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