Some days it seems I’m in a fog, unclear as to where my life is leading me…well, I know ultimately where it’s leading me. And at my age (I’m no spring chicken), I know that I’d better not stay in a fog too long and just get on with it. Life is good, but some days you just have to look a little harder to find the good, but it’s there. It’s always there. A scrap here, a scrap there; pieces of a puzzle to put together, and the fog begins to clear; maybe rearrange the puzzle pieces until things spring into focus. And you realize the answer was there all along.
I took the photo, shown above, this last Saturday at noon in an incredible fog that didn’t clear as it usually does by mid to late morning on the days we have fog; there is a bay out there behind the statue that can’t be seen because of the fog. That’s the thing about being in a fog. You have to know that there is something out there, hidden for now, but it will be there once the fog clears.