Dusk and Fog

The very early morning hours, just before the sun comes up, and the late afternoon hours just as the sun goes to bed are my very favorite times of the clock. Those dim hours give much inspiration for quiet reflection. Today's dusk is even better.

As I walked out of my apartment to get the mail, I realized that not only could I see a huge fog bank beginning to make its way inland, but I could smell it and feel it on my skin. The sky was pale yellow, as the sun I presume was sinking below the horizon. The fog had made its way through the park across the street, obscuring the jungle gym and the trees and turning the grass white.

To me, that kind of fog is absolutely the most beautiful thing on God's green earth. It muffles all sound, turns the world quiet. Paired with the dimming light, it infuses everything with a wonderful peacefulness that calms the soul. The air was cool after a long warm day, and the fresh taste of the wet air made me feel great. I could breathe it in deep without inspiring a coughing fit (of which I constantly suffer after my bout with the flu week before last).

Now I have the evening to look forward to, both at home and at work. The world as I know it is slowly being enveloped in beautiful obscurity. How I love the fog.