I love mist and fog. And a Sunday morning surrounded by mist and fog is just dreamy. The kitties are snuggled near the fire and the world is blanketed with softness.
Sometimes the world is too vivid. Too sharp. Everything seems to have mean pointy edges. Mist mornings soothe the edges. They feel like an impressionist painting that I'm inside. Which I will be soon when I head out for a foggy ramble.
So maybe for me, at times, it takes a bit of fog to clear the heart.