And today is no different. For the last week Vancouver has existed in a fog bank. It will lift a little during the day and settle right back as evening approaches. There's something about the fog lately that has touched me deeply. Maybe it's that the aniversaries, birthdays and fake pregnancy symptoms(thank you progesterone) that made me so melancholy these last days have also allowed me to be more reflective lately (if that's possible).
The fog has been so very reflective of my mood. Dense and impenetrable, the fog masks everything on the inside so that on the outside, everything is blank, unseen. People on the outside look towards the fog, see the blankness, not realizing the churning emotions on the inside. The passions that erupt over the simplest things. The things that those who never never felt the ache of empty arms can ever comprehend or imagine. And yet they are they hidden in the fog.
But the thing about fog is that it's never the same. It comes and goes, becomes thinner and more transparent. It lends itself to letting others in. Kind souls who'll offer an encouraging word or a hug.
This has been my fog this week. It had closed me in in my grief for awhile but also allowed some truly lovely people to poke me back into reality a little. Thank you. The other wonderful thing about the fog is that it allows you to see things in different ways. Everyday things like trees and street lights take on a different ambience. They show themselves in different ways.
Sort of like people too.
Don't forget to walk Mel's way and see what others are showing today...