Fog....

The beauty of the fog in the morning is mysterious... You never know when the it might lift.

When you look and see the sun's beams flowing in through the fog you wonder where the sun is lurking. You wonder where he might be hiding. But than suddenly you see. He's only dancing behind the clouds that have come to rest across the earth.

And as the morning grows old and noon comes around, the fog begins to lift. The blue sky peeks out and the orange and yellow leaves shimmer in the sun light. The trees stretch, reaching to the sky, dancing in the wind
knowing the fog will be back next morning.

Love, 

Hagen