Waking brought a special surprise Tuesday morning – a dense fog that cradled the entire bayou such that earth and water were one sentient being.
But my spirit wasn’t caressed by the sense of sight. No, it came alive to touch. That fog burned into my core – a core that has tried to resist being – and left its sun-kissed ember there to rely on during the lightless days of a dark soul.
I wanted to hug the sky, but it was I; I was it. Is this what it is like to be?
Stacy, this is beautiful. I can feel your happiness. ❤
Thank you, Joanne – things are falling into place, if that’s possible. ❤
Wow, this is beautiful. We don’t have weather like this in Colorado! This makes me want to wear riding boots and go on a walk with my lab. 🙂
Oh, I think your lab would love it, too! ❤
Wonderful!
Sometimes it’s nice to be in a thick fog – like being wrapped up in a cloud…
Yes, exactly – the comfort of a cloud. ❤
So glad the fog pierced your soul to the “I am”, Stacy. So very glad indeed.
It is a relief, I must say. But I knew you’d understand. ❤
Gorgeous photos! So ethereal – words and pics! Fog does seem to have it’s own aura. Lovely. xx
Many thanks, Karen – glad you’re back! ❤
Beautiful!
Thanks, Amy!