“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