Last weekend I joined some family for a spot of bird watching. The autumn morning was clearing up early, so this would be the perfect time to spot large flocks of the free, transient creatures.
Or so we thought.
Instead, a thick fog enveloped us halfway through our drive. The closer we got to our destination, the thicker it became. By the time we reached the coast, all we could see were curtains of gray. The hills were but smudges along a strange horizon line.
While others were disappointed, I was—secretly—quite excited by the change of weather. This wasn’t about obscurity. This was about a new, shifting, and fascinating canvas that was taking shape in front of our very eyes.