When I arose this morning, the world was hidden behind soggy layers of fog. It left any number of things to the imagination. As my husband and son drove off to high school, they disappeared before they reached the end of the street. We only saw them for as long as we did because of their tail lights burning through the mist around them.
Jesse (my six-year-old) and I had watched them evaporate into the ground-level clouds while we waited for his bus to appear like magic out of those same clouds. We saw the lights first before any shape was visible. Gradually Jesse made out yellow, then a bus form emerged. As it got closer we could read the number on the bus. It was indeed his bus, on time, like clockwork, like any other day. And yet was it?
What is hidden in the mist? What is in front of our eyes, yet we do not see, or will not see? Does danger lurk or is it pleasant surprises? Or is there nothing at all, only our fears magnified by the water droplets that obscure?
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