muted

Our part of the world

was bathed in fog this morning.

A lovely gauze,

softening edges,

blurring lines of demarcation

and

allowing me to see the world

in softer tones.

My encounters during the day

can be so sharp,

words and viewpoints

capable

of cutting

and

wounding.

I'm grateful for a more muted way

of being and seeing -

even if it only lasts

for the morning walk

with the dogs.

Dealing with what humidity does to my hair

seems a small price to pay!