Sun and Fog

            I did not know that sun and fog could share the same space.

            Sunlight streams down in the clearing around our houses here in my brother’s twenty acres of woods.  Rays of light make angled lines through the ground fog whose ceiling seems to be about twenty feet.  The effect is a gauzy white shimmer.

            I woke this morning with fears of that old personal fog, depression, obscuring the sun.   When chronic disease gets cranked up again, I get worried.  Though I can make good choices that help me see the sun, the fibromyalgia can still obscure the view with its fog that clogs my brain.

            What I fear is losing sight of the sun.  But this morning’s view out our living room window is a gentle reminder that sunlight can illuminate fog.  Even if I stop feeling sunny for awhile, even if the skies are not a clear blue, I can still appreciate the beauty of light turning gray into a shimmering white.  And, with time, the fog will dissipate under the strength of the sun.  Already I feel it lifting.