I love foggy mornings that make the sunbeams visible. On the walk to school, we stop and observe the sunlight filtering through the forest. It’s so beautiful that we pause and look, take pictures, and sigh.
I will forever love dappled, foggy morning light streaming through trees. I pray I walk a million more miles with these neighbors, on this path, by these woods, in this light.
We agree that long after our children are grown, when we’re so old we creak and stumble, we’ll walk to school and chase the light.