a gift from the fog

I like fog. Not when I’m driving. But for walking or looking, it’s quite wonderful. Often feels like a bit of a gift, like the day’s wrapped up inside it, to be opened slowly.
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This is how it was at the beach the other morning.
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Not much showing.
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And then I see this.
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An anonymous note left for anyone to find is one of my favourite things.
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It’s an open letter about the power of believing and the importance of tuning out the naysayers, but it’s not preachy or long-winded or written with any kind of guru on the mountain vibe… just a slice of someone’s sweet, but not in any way saccharine, heart.

Yes to fog.

Boo to naysayers.

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6 thoughts on “a gift from the fog

    1. When you wake up and see it, it’s like catching nighttime half asleep… I have some great fog memories/stories. I understand how you’d miss it.

    1. Mostly things about the power of believing. I should have wrote down a few excerpts and shared them here. Ah, well, here’s to happy found messages for all…

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