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Fog That Lifts

Today was one of those rather hard days that rocked me – for a number of reasons all happening at once. I know that’s the way life is sometimes and the exact nature of any bad news is almost irrelevant. The point is, there was nothing I could do to change it. Even if I’d wanted to. Again, life can be like that.

But, before that difficult day descended, I woke to a thick fog here in Cornwall. Such a beautiful fog that led me to seeing my first extraordinary misty sunrise. A scene that made me believe I was suddenly transported to a Turner painting, even as I stood there sleepily on the deck in my pyjamas.

I felt a part of something mystical. Something so very still. Something bigger than myself. It was a fog that held the immense promise of clarity. A fog I knew in time would naturally disperse. A fog that highlighted the most exquisite shadows of things I could no longer quite see, but still knew were there.

A fog that, when my day finally unfolded, brought me an ethereal strength to believe that I too, like that fog, would soon lift gently in time…

By Debbie Geraghty

Hailing from Scotland and now living in Cornwall, UK. A window gazing lover of river and clouds. A visual storyteller and wondering wanderer who tries to live deeply - but lightly.

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