The children of the mist


morning mist

I love the morning mist cloaking the wood and the hills we can see from our kitchen window. The mist is a familiar sight at this time of year. Why do I love it so? It reminds me of the phrase ‘beyond the veil’–denoting those who have crossed over from life to something else, via death—and I think the word ‘mystical’ has some connection to ‘mist’ because of the way in which the mist cloaks and conceals, and changes our perceptions.

It’s always very quiet when the mist is around. By the time people are up and about, and cars have taken to the roads, the mist has usually dissipated.

Mist is not the same thing as fog. Fog obstructs and is heavy, oppressive; the mist is lighter, softer and allows for some degree of vision, albeit altered, rather than preventing us from seeing anything at all.

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Thursday, November 6th, 2008

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