Sunday Sunrise by Susan Cowger 3 Comments Fog. It is cursed for hiding things. Blessed for taking off the edges. And beauty stands guard over it all. .
Craig and Bethany says October 19, 2009 at 5:07 am Like white noise it insulates us. Slows time. The gift of slowness. Reply
Beautiful…
YES!
Like white noise it insulates us. Slows time. The gift of slowness.