There is light, just over the horizon. Just on the other side of that mass of fog. Other side of the mountain. It’s not piercing, or blazing, but it’s there. Sometimes the fog, up there, accentuates the mystery in our lives, in nature.
The huge mountains, their peaks taking center stage … are sometimes shrouded by the fog that hints of light. The peaks, no longer at center stage. It’s not the peak, that’s the focus. It’s the light, in different forms.
Someone said, long ago:
“Weeping my endure for the evening. Buy Joy returns in the morning.”
We need light, we want light. At night, the sun sinks downward, eastward, and temps drop: we are helped by the light that keeps us warm. Someone said that there is a fire that refines us like a furnace. “A fire gives light, which draws us in; and a fire also burns.”
A great quote, from Shadowlands, goes like this: “We read to know, that we are not alone.” I think sunsets, sunrises, light hiding behind the fog, behind the peaks do that for us as well. They all let us know … we are not alone.