October 21, 2025
Morning Reflections
Found in the Fog…
I love the fog. It makes it feel like the seasons are shifting—like something is gently changing. You could barely see in spots, but the birds still found me. Pegleg greeted me. Honey Girl landed in her usual spot. You could just barely make out the pelicans flying by, their silhouettes gliding through the mist. Domino came when I called her. It was such a beautiful morning. The sun was trying to shine through the fog—soft light, quiet magic. Grateful for these moments. For the way love finds you, even when the world is hidden.
Morning Gratitude Thought:
Grateful for foggy mornings, soft light, faithful birds, and the quiet beauty of being found.
