Into the mist

sea spray and fog

The New Year is like a misty, foggy day at the beach. You can see what's right before you, and barely discern what's coming in the near future, but what's way out there is lost in the hazy unknown. As you push ahead, cautiously moving forward, step-by-step, it comes into focus and isn't so daunting.

The pathless woods

tall pines sky sho

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more.” ~ Lord Byron