The fog is in and invites a change of mood. It is cold and I am bundled and my eyes rest in the soft, gray light.
My book group is going to Point Reyes this weekend. The cold and fog may alter our plans, and yet, we will still hike, talk, read, feast, and our reservation at Nick's Cove for dinner Saturday night is firm. Tonight is a pot luck, and I realize now the hot tub will feel more welcoming than it would have in the heat.
The greens are greener in the fog. All is peace and love.
