I clearly remember that morning.
I had tossed and turned all night. My thoughts were a twisting turning knot of turmoil.
Before dawn, I left the house and drove to the lake.
Water soothes me.
If I lived near the ocean, I’m sure I would have been at the beach, digging my toes into the sand. Instead, I was at Lakefront Park in Cooperstown, walking in dew-laden grass, looking out into the heavy fog that rested on the lake.
As the invisible sun rose and lent a little light, I took a few pictures. The lush green of summer was accentuated by the grayness of the fog.
The fog obscured the distance, but it helped me appreciate what was closest to me.
I haven’t forgotten that lesson.