In the Mist, a painting by God
Sometimes attitude adjustments come unexpectedly. Just as dawn was breaking, the rain stopped, leaving the world in a foggy messy mist and me in a dark mood:
Give thanks for this wonderful world
Sometimes I just have to stop my random worldly thoughts and say, "thank you, God, I needed that." I wanted to pull over and take a photograph or two, but it was not possible in the morning traffic. I could only think of the Painter of Light as I drove down the highway, although I knew the sun would not make an appearance that day.
It was all right with me.
All grumbling and grumpy I wiped off my car
Every window, mirror and glass,
So I could see, as I cursed the humidity.
The droplets of moisture, larger than dew,
Then I drove the hairpin down the hillside
Into a scene that intrigued my perception,
Thomas Kinkade perfect, such beauty
stole my breath and enamored my heart.
The clouds embracing the hills, like
gossamer webs on live oaks.
Tendrils of mists clutching at their feet,
and across the way, shining crystals
embedded in a grandmother’s brooch,
lights in line, tiny sparkling jewels
peeking through the fog, silently sitting,
Patiently awaiting a turn of egress.
While I, still enraptured, entered
the rat race with a turn of heart,
regretfully leaving behind
such beauty in my rear view mirror.
Rainy day by the dashboard light.
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