Today was maybe the third day in a row when Morning shrouded my part of the world in a thick calm sluggish fog. I felt happy to walk amongst old oaks and mists. I move slow like the crawling mists these days and like the fog, I am gone by noon. Ready to curl up and slumber. I wish I had more energy, but as it is, I am thankful for a hopefully lackadaisical long weekend. Where the fog will lead me this weekend is a mystery, but I am content to loiter and deliberate each imperceptible movement.
Happy Veteran’s Day!