What Fog brings!

I love evenings here, a third character always rolls in—the fog! Our evening last night involved fog, walking, eating amazing pizza and beholding daily wonders…it was a sunset fog-set yesterday here! Fun just being apart of the daily poetry…

Fog set yesterday evening in San Fran! Love how the fog is its own character here, and equalizes and calls forth the city even as it obscures each evening, like prayer rolls in and hovers over cities, calling people into unseen…here, a
ribbon of wonder rolls in each evening, leaving us without excuse.

Fog has its own way of beckoning into hiddenness what was glaringly obvious during the days! Love evenings here. A fresh poem each day. Adding in the line of fog makes the day’s poem complete. Like a cloud of unknowing, the dense pastel ribbon holds the bay again until the next day. A shared city drama each day, which opens and closes in conversation. Evening knows itself, as someone once said!

Evenings remember our names! That alone is worth sitting with them. Evenings gather our memories into a hidden narrative. Fog always reminds me of this. Clarity is birthed in fog. And faith is hatched in the unseen, as many have said, and Seen! Blindness is a gift if we imagine sight coming out of it!