Musings of a peripatetic wannabe-sage
...a barely thematic journey through my tangentizing mental life...
The shrouded morning
I like fog. Even with the inherent dangers for pedestrians, the shrouded dawn is comforting. Somehow the world is quieter and calmer. There is a damp stillness of mystery that nurtures reflection.
So, while wisdom demands the caution of a don't-hit-me flash light, my soul still likes fog.
Tuesday, November 01, 2011
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