The Fog of Life

October 4th, 2007

The early morning was very beautiful yesterday with a gentle fog hugging the landscape.  The young boy wanted to “go find the fog” and touch it as we waited for the bus.  He ran down the driveway trying to find the place where the fog began.  And he finally stopped, walking back slowly, saying he couldn’t find it because when he got there it was gone. 

Fog surrounds the landscape at dawn

Isn’t life kind of like that sometimes?  We think we see or want many things in our lives, yet sometimes when we get there, it’s not quite the same as we thought.  Sometimes what we thought we really wanted isn’t even there, but rather it was the journey we took along the way that really mattered.   

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