“Sometimes we need the fog to remind ourselves that all of life is not black & white” ~ Johnathan Lockwood Huie
Fog has enveloped our marina the past few mornings. We wake to the sound of freighters’ foghorns as they make their way up and down the Fraser River. And we can’t see them; even though they are only a few hundred feet away. It feels like our world has shrunk and I can only imagine what lies just beyond my vision.
Then as the sun burns through the mist and cloud, and almost as if by magic, my full vision is restored. Was the sky always this blue? Were the trees so green (and yellow and red)?