This morning, taking my child to school, a gentle fog had settled over everything. It felt so beautiful—everything so still and quiet. No one would come walking through the mist, yet as you step into it, the fog begins to part and reveal the world beyond.
Fog holds a special kind of beauty, wrapping everything in mystery and calm. It softens edges, making familiar places feel new and slightly hidden. There’s something magical in its quiet presence, as if it’s inviting you to slow down and simply be.
