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?