It was cold and drizzling. The fog was low and thick crawling through the valleys, over the mountains, and across the river. It was a petulant bully, teasing us with glimpses of the mountains only to return to block our view. We had miles to travel, but decided to take a few minutes to step out into the mist and use this as a photo opportunity.
As often in life, our vision was not clear. Navigating through the fog is part of the journey.
It is when we reach the other side of the bridge our vision restores.
For every step across the bridge, we settle into life. And in every breath, life settles into us just as the fog settles until it immerses. For we are just a breath in this life, so make it deep and all-encompassing.