March 2025 SOLC–Day 17
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On Sunday morning, I woke to fog. Air drenched with moisture. The world leached of color. All shadow and nuance.
The presence of fog creates absence. Fog suspends time, masking the advance of the day. It mutes the hum of distant traffic. Softens bird song. Fog is an audible hush. It creates a new space within existing space, blurring boundaries, circling inward. It poses questions about beginnings and endings. It elevates the ordinary into something more, something mystical. Fog prickles our senses. And, even as it blurs contours, fog brings the world into focus. Fog creates absence that opens up space for more presence.
So I left my desk, stepped out into the morning, and into the fog.
Who am I to deny an otherworldly invitation?
Nix the comfort zone 
So poetic! You describe fog’s sound so perfectly! Those photos are gorgeous!
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Thanks! I do love the fog so much.
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Oh, Molly, I have a thing for fog, perhaps because I don’t experience it often. This line resonated with me: “It poses questions about beginnings and endings.”
I love that you wrote this slice to share your description of it!
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Thanks 🙂 Foggy days really can be otherworldly!
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Fog is poetic…soft feet and all.
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Love those foggy soft feet!
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I love this sentence: “The presence of fog creates absence.” Actually, that whole paragraph begs to be a poem!
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I’ve been intrigued by the ideas of presence and absence lately. Fog fits right in that mix.
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Oh my word! Gorgeous writing!
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Thanks!
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Oh, Molly, this is gorgeous writing. I love the idea of the fog creating absence that led you to be present. The photos are beautiful. Thank you for this slice of your life today.
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Thanks, Denise. It was certainly a nice retreat from report card writing!
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I just said to my colleague, “I love the way Molly writes” and before I scrolled on, I said, “AND she’s an incredible photographer” and then I scroll down to the pictures that are breathtaking. The first tree with the house in the background, drenched in fog, is so serene. Thanks for sharing it all, Molly!
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What a lovely comment! Thank you so much! Fog just gives everything that extra nudge of mystery.
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Oh my, what beautiful and poetic writing. I can’t pick a favorite line because they were all exquisite. I love the pictures too.
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Thanks! Going out in the morning before starting report cards was the perfect little gift to myself.
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I love fog-for all the reasons you described. And your photos are awesome, too. I love the mysticism of fog. 🙂
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It really is otherworldly sometimes!
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Great slice. Usually I’m not a fan of fog, but you make it sound enticing and evocative and the photos are stunning!
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Thanks! It’s really like a conversation between air and earth, isn’t it!
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I do love fog…especially on the beach (and NOT when I am driving). You capture that sense of expansive smallness. Love this line: Fog creates absence that opens up space for more presence.
And the photos…oh, yes! More please!
Kim
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Driving in fog can definitely be a bit harrowing. I’ve had some beach-y fog experiences that are pretty intense–when it’s hard to know which way is up or down, or even where the ocean is!
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