Awakening to the smell of croissants in the oven, I hurried outside to go down to the kitchen for my basket of those warm, melt-in-your-mouth, caramel-colored delights. As I rounded the corner, I met the most incredible sky. It was cloud-covered but not with a homogenous gray. Rather the grays were in softly rounded ripples, like one might expect in Batman’s Gotham City or in a sandy bottom molded by river rapids above. I left those warm croissants in my room for a moment to return with my camera. Yes, it was that amazing to see.
Things looked different in this softly diffused, cloud-covered light as compared to the brilliant sun and postcard blue sky we
have recently had. I took a long walk along
the ridge of the hills overlooking the nearby valleys and fields. Misty faraway places seemed suspended in a fairy tale dream. The details of old bark peeling off fence posts stood in sharper focus without the glare of the sun or the resulting squint of the eye.
And so, I begin the last week of this adventure. My thoughts are starting to drift towards my life on return. Will some things stand in much sharper focus? Will others lose color and fade back in the mist? Will I see life in a new light?