Fog
The top of my mattress meets the bottom of my bedroom window so in other words all I have to do in the morning is open my eyes and I have a good idea of what the day is going to be like. Most mornings still snuggled in blankets I see the sun rising spreading it's orange and yellow banners across the window's width cheerfully bringing in the new day and reminding me of the verse, "Morning by morning he wakens me and opens my understanding to his will." Isaiah 50:4. The day is clear and bright. There are other mornings that opening my eyes is not even necessary as I can already hear the rain pounding on the pane and know what's in store... This morning I woke up to a vague greyness. Fog. I could feel it's cold dampness just from the sight of it. How this day would unfold is not readily apparent. I can't see into the distance as everything is shrouded and obscure. It seemed all too appropriate for it to be foggy this morning as it was the beginning of Labo...