Fog

I really love fog. It's so beautiful.
You wouldn't necessarily think so at first, but fog undeniable holds the fingerprint of its Creator.

Fog brings depth into stark relief. And this so simply by its very nature.

Fog diffuses light, making the presense of it more obvious. And uninterrupted darkness becomes a seemingly empty void.

It blankets.
It shelters.
It surrounds.

And yet, it can't be gathered into a box, bottle, or container. As you reach out to grasp it, somehow it escapes, eludes, evades confinement. But, I know it's there. I cannot doubt its true existence because I can see it all around me, next to me, in front of and behind me. I can feel it in my lungs when I draw breath.

Fog unveils the path only as you approach -- right before your very eyes, one step at a time. Sometimes you must start traveling a direction before you know where exactly it leads. And bends, turns, obstacles are not revealed until the very moment of decision.

Isn't fog a beautiful thing?