The fog was thick and gray,
like my thoughts.
So far I had been able to push the darkness aside,
to carry on, despite the chaos.
The fog reminded me that being wrapped up inside the problems
created by others could cause me to miss the beauty hidden behind the clouds.
As I sat at a traffic light I saw the fog framing the rising sun.
It looked like a moonrise in the distance.
Gray and white in stark relief,
like a charcoal drawing.
As I drove towards the canvas in front of me,
the sun burned through a veil of fog
and was surrounded by blazing clouds of fire.
The beauty took my breath away.
There was the truth, suddenly revealed
like a secret in all its glory.