mystery

happy new year

fog inundates lights on the pier

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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2021, best wishes, happy new year

happy new year


It’s hard to ignore new years eve this year. Champagne, the Marx Brothers, and a hazy dream that we’ll wake late tomorrow, pull up the shade, and look around to find a reality we all took for granted before 2020. Maybe not. Maybe not tomorrow. But we’re getting closer. Best wishes all.

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photographed december 30, 2020
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