This morning I am considering the form of the blog. It is an online journal. I post what is happening for me in the moment. I usually do not go back and read what I have posted. Yesterday, it was odd to go back in and read what I had written, and know that though the purge was, perhaps, beneficial for me, information could be presented in a just as accurate, but kinder form. I softened what I had written. I suppose we can do that with all our memories, tenderize.
The fog is still in, and the wind, and yet, the sky has a pink glow. May each of us experience a rose-colored day.