The heavy fog on the way to work this morning has me waxing pseudo-poetic...
At times, I couldn't see very far in front of me. The fog softened the edges of the things I could see, and hid some landmarks completely .
Behind me, the fog settled around where I'd been, showing only the most distinct things.
I had faith that the road I'm on would take me where I needed to go.
I just needed to follow it.