Fog’s duty is to remind us to slow down and listen.  To watch for the lighthouse and listen for the foghorn of the next indicated step.  I can take my glasses off in the fog–clarity is often irrelevant.  Can I sit in the indiscernible future?

It is like a Monet–soft landscapes to enjoy.  Letting beauty rise above the edges.  The path never leaves the bottom of my feet.  The Way is familiar, the crunch of gravel soothes with each step.

There is no death, just another walk.