Patchy fog drifted through the valley as morning sun peeked through the trees on Jack's Mountain. The misty vapor changed in shape and size for nearly an hour before disappearing and giving way to a beautiful clear day.
I find myself humming the words of Dan Fogelberg's song To the Morning...
"Watching the sun
Watching it come
Watching it come up over the rooftops.
Cloudy and warm
Maybe a storm
You can never quite tell
From the morning.
And it's going to be a day
There is really no way to say no
To the morning.
Yes it's going to be a day
There is really nothing left to
Come on morning."
Every day is a gift with no guarantee of tomorrow.
Make it a good one,