Waiting for the fog to clear


We awoke to a mist-filled valley.

It’s hard to get your bearings in the muffled stillness.

When you can’t see where the sun is rising.

Yet, we knew there were clear skies above.

Waiting and watching. Listening and sensing.

This is not a place to be impatient. We cannot make the weather change.

We just have to be ready and expectant.

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