Fog

On most fall mornings the fog on the lake is heavy, a dense shroud pressing in and around, concealing  the world from prying eyes.

By mid-morning the fog begins to lift and sunlight slips between the cracks illuminating the day in promise.

We all need a little sunshine to slip between the cracks of the daily grind,

To find promise in the day to come.

I've also found that a healthy dose of caffeine works well too.