I don't have the answers yet, but I have learned enough to be dangerous, and ask better questions..

It's foggy here this morning, and I find the world looks different somehow. You can see things, but they have become ephemeral, ethereal. Old shapes seem different, and the wisps shroud ordinary objects in mystery. Even the outdoor birds are quieter. It's a time of quietness, and solitude. I find I like foggy walks on the beach as much as sunny ones. The tidepools and rocks seem like new landscapes under the fog.

Though I enjoy the feeling of warm sun on my face, some days, a good bit of fog just does the trick...