“I like the muted sounds, the shroud of grey, and the silence that comes with fog.” -Om Malik

It is the middle of winter here in Texas.   Each day is a new season.  One day we are pushing 90 degrees, the next we are having ice storms.

But the in-between days are so nice. We have beautiful foggy mornings that I adore. I love the softness, the quiet, and the calm the fog brings.

For me, it is a reason to slow down and enjoy what nature is giving us.  It is like a weighted blanket that brings comfort.

This morning. I grabbed a nice, earthy cinnamon-hot tea and strolled around outside.

Everything looked a little out of focus, making me pay more attention to the smallest details.

Roscoe follows close to me. Hoping for a snack or two.

If you get a chance, on a foggy morning, go outside and just listen to the silence.  Bring a cup of hot tea with a cinnamon stick and just be still.  There is so much to observe under this magical blanket.

Until next time, be nice to each other,

xoxo

Cindy

psalm 46:10