The thin veil of dense mist filled the canyon. The street lights created small, warm glows in the midst of a dreary landscape.
It is so very cold outside.
The cold cuts to the bone and steals the breath from your chest. No matter how many layers you wear, the cold still finds somewhere to penetrate through, creeping in like an unwanted guest.
But the fog is beautiful.
It is eerie and reminds one of Anne Radcliffe’s Gothic landscapes. However, eerie does not always mean scary.
Eerie can simply mean atmospheric.
The atmosphere and mood created by the fog reminds me of life’s complexities. Sometimes, we are walking blind.
But we have hope and belief that these warm pockets of light will lead us home…