The fog as been beautiful the last two days
So thick and dense clinging to anything it possibly can—making me feel lost in a wonderland
I love being out in it…the air so heavy it settles on my skin, hair, clothing
Gradually the sun starts to burn through the frozen frost making the corn bales look like french knots on an embroidered lacy field
It takes a while for the earth to brighten and melt, but for a short lovely time our farm and the surrounding area feels like another time
Another planet where everything is impossibly different
I love being out in frozen fog; for the peace it brings
Then it melts and scatters; leaving the blue, blue sky.
It’s all love for me…there are so many things to love—right here, right now.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,