A misty day on a river is one of my favorite things. Whether it’s the mist dancers of late Winter or the heavier fogs of late Summer, I love to see it. And ooh, in the summer I love to swim in it… I find it incredibly beautiful.
The mist obscures things, it’s true. And we have to be patient, waiting for the real picture to be revealed.
And people use the mist to cover up their actions. And somehow we have to work through that.
It all takes patience. Peace takes patience. Justice takes patience. I guess the patience is the growing up part of learning to see what’s really there. And in the meantime? Enjoy the beauty.