October 6, 2012 by Natasha
On a normal afternoon, our eyes can see to the horizon. The view is unobstructed. But on this afternoon, we see large gray barriers, blocking out the sun and intercepting our paradise. The clouds rest softly between and amongst the trees and man made constructions. We mumble in upset at the inability to see into the distance. The ugly clouds we perceive as ruining our view.
I admit I have experienced those times when the fog would cause me to feel sadness.
But when I notice those melancholy feelings, I think: when do we, has wingless
creatures, have the opportunity to dance among the clouds!? To pirouette and
tango with the untouchables? Since we can not fly to them, the clouds
come to us so we enjoy their encompassing embrace.
The fog is a beautiful thing. A misty hug from the sky.