Foggy Mornings

There is beauty in the grey. A peaceful exhale from Mother Nature under a veil.

This morning brought with it the magic and mystery of fog. As we opened our blinds, my daughter noticed it immediately and excitedly asked if there was a school delay, only to become rather deflated when I told there was not. While fog doesn’t promise school delays, it does promise something else - magic, mystery, and a quiet calm.

As a child, I imagined unicorn flying freely and unseen behind its veil. As an adult, I share that same mystery with my children in hopes they keep that childlike wonder with them into adulthood. We call foggy weather, “unicorn weather.”

Fog isn’t just something you see. It’s something you step into. It wraps around you gently, like a hug from the morning itself. The world softens inside it. Edges disappear. Sounds grow quieter. For a moment, everything feels suspended between what was and what will be.

You’re no longer standing apart from the world. You’re inside it. Held by it.

Maybe the magic comes from its reminder of what it feels like to belong to something we don’t need to understand. Fog doesn’t demand clarity. It invites stillness.

To witness it, and feel its embrace, is enough.