This barn is a beacon for me, especially in times of befuddlement! I look to it when I step out to run in the darkness of pre-dawn and I look to it upon my return. Some mornings it sits apart in all its red glory and other mornings, like today, I have to wade through the fog to see it.
I like fog, the way it wraps you up in moisture, shielding away the rest of the world and time itself. While I have often experienced the mental fog, I enjoy the weather phenomena. I like the mystery of the shroud. Even now, gazing out my work window, the chokecherry bushes are obfuscated from my vision.
I don’t know why, but it is calming. It gives space to think a bit and not feel so rushed. Blessing. Psalm 148, the New International Standard Version says, “Praise the Lord, you from the earth, you creatures of the sea and all you depths, fire, hail, snow, fog, and wind storm that carry out his command” And Job 37, “From the breath of God ice is made, and the expanse of the water is frozen. Also with moisture, he loads the thick cloud…”
Maybe amazing things are in store for today. I will try to pay attention!