Changing Skies
I see the fog creep in—over the mountains, over the bay. It comes as if with purpose, on a mission,
traveling with speed now, billowing, blowing. At first I have clear perspective as I watch it arrive. But suddenly, I’m
in it and it’s draped over everything I see, a cast of white and gray haze covering all.
If I didn’t know any better, if I wasn’t now well-accustomed to San Francisco’s foggy ways,
I would have thought this was a sign of a rainy day.
It’s funny
how at times you can have clarity as something approaches, sensing two illusory worlds—one of having and the other an
expectant not-having. But once your “thing” has arrived—be it a dream-come-true, mood, transition, new friendship, new chapter--it
can be difficult to remember a time before it was here, or the potentiality that lies beyond the haze of what is.
If there is fog in your life, remember, the sun is shining on the other side
and will shine on you again. And, if your current reality carries a joyful brightness, enjoy each pregnant, glorious moment.
Breathe it in, share it, let it grow, cherish the moment. This too,
in time, shall pass away and when it does, another shift will come--perhaps even more beautiful, more miraculous than your
Now.
(c) 2009, Laurie Smith.