and then…

Yesterday, I was in bed staring out the window at the fog.  Just staring.  And rather than grabbing my camera, I just laid there.  By ten o’clock when it finally burned off, I felt a little regret, but not much.  This morning, I woke up to more fog.  Despite my sluggishness, I got dressed, picked up my camera, one lens and went in search of some beauty.  Reluctantly.  And then I was there.  In it.  In its silence.  In its grace.

And that’s when I realized the most amazing thing.   Beauty had found me instead.