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Fog usually creeps around in the morning,
Around curvy mountaintops, it surrounds, it blinds, it overwhelms the morning drive,
Til the bright evaporating sun of the day burns it away.
But the fog can move in to take the night without warning,
In a quiet minute, on a cool December evening.
Suddenly, patiently, motionlessly…the cover of heavy fog.
Words at my lips powerless to match the mystery of the mood
When fog moves over the dark quiet…on a cool December evening.
And like the favorite blanket you grip at night,
There’s a magnetism, a comfort and reassurance
In the way fog sweeps over the dark quiet of the night.
I hope this isn’t too moody for a New Year’s Eve post. I was traveling recently and took this picture of a pier outside my window. I loved the mood of the fog. I hope the mystery of the new year reveals itself to you in moments of hope, joy, and good health. Happy New Year, folks!
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