I woke up to a foggy morning, typical for this time of year as the comfortable fall becomes a little cooler. The view from my porch on a foggy day is always a pretty sight. Some people might say it’s eerie, but I think it’s lovely and mysterious.
The sun’s warmth will eventually burn off the fog even though I don’t see the sun at the moment. In fact, I can’t see beyond the end of our pier, but I know there’s a bank on the other side of the bay that I can usually see, and I know the sun is up because the morning is getting lighter and brighter by the minute. I don’t need to see the sun to know it’s there and constant.
Some truths are immutable.