September Fog Wraps the Hills

In September, I sometimes need to remind myself that macro lenses and perfect clarity are not always the way to true seeing and wisdom. A fine smoky fog on the trailing edge of day holds answers of its own, and it has important things to say about how we relate to the great wide world and everything around us.

Fog smooths hillsides and edges, rounds the contours of mountains great and small, drapes trees and fields, holds out in offering a wild, elusive, gossamer magic that one needs sometimes, though she knows it not.