As the layers of deep snow thawed the warm spring air created a delightful blanket of fog. I took my favorite little buddy for a walk to take some pictures and get him out a bit before our breakfast. The temperature was in the fifties perfect to create the mist. I love the brighter days of spring and summer but every now and then a beautiful thick fog is so mysterious –there is something about the way it hangs hiding the world around me. The refraction of light is different altering colors to make things appear as if the world is in grey tones. Sounds seem to bounce between the droplets in the air becoming muffled and distorted.
We followed our little walk through the fog with a truck stop breakfast of course, my Grandson’s first choice for a big stack of hotcakes. As I drank my coffee I enjoyed the philosophical ramblings of an almost four year old boy. Although the fog we were in was dense and concealing the wisdom of that little boy made everything bright and clear. Oh how I love my Tuesdays with him.
We followed our little walk through the fog with a truck stop breakfast of course, my Grandson’s first choice for a big stack of hotcakes. As I drank my coffee I enjoyed the philosophical ramblings of an almost four year old boy. Although the fog we were in was dense and concealing the wisdom of that little boy made everything bright and clear. Oh how I love my Tuesdays with him.
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