Mist-ery

Hello dear readers! I hope you have had a swell holiday so far. Mine has been very, very good. After a few days’ rest and respite, I resume my regular posting.

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The pilings of a long-ago small boat dock disappear into dense fog, like our individual and collective futures. We can plan, anticipate, prepare. We can see more (or less) clearly into the near future, minutes, hours, even days ahead. Yet we cannot know what awaits each of us, all of us.

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Mist-ery

Mist-ery

The fog lay thick on the St. Clair River yesterday, at times completely obscuring the view across the river. The far side was there yet was invisible, activities which were underway inaudible. These pilings added one of the few senses of proportion and perspective to be found.