We had icy fog last week. Phil has taught meteorology. He explained that cold air can’t hold as much water as warmer air so when the temperature drops moisture comes out of the air as fog.  The ground takes a bit longer to cool than the air, so warmer air from close to the ground is always encountering cooler air and making fog.  The supercooled fog droplets freeze on everything they touch. Beautiful hoarfrost decorations appear on every blade of grass and twig.  Walking the dog on a windless foggy morning was like being in a hushed and isolated bubble.  I had to keep my focus nearby.  It’s interesting that quite often I saw glimpses of blue sky above. Walking the dog before bed, I saw the north star and parts of the big dipper though the fog.

I could see up, but not out.

That seems almost an allegory. We can only see the nearby things in our own lives. The future is uncertain, obscured, rather foggy.  However, we can see up, to the north star of God’s certain love.

Here's a link to an image on our artwebsite that I took on a foggy walk. It's the one in the thumbnail below. There are some other art photos of fog and hoarfrost photos that Phil and I have taken. https://fineartamerica.com/featured/winter-woods-03-philip-and-karen-rispin.html.  Wishing you certain hope on the northstar of God's love in your life.