Misty Mountain Mornings

Foggy mornings have a way of quieting everything down. The world feels softer, like it’s been washed clean overnight. Walking out there alone, you get a real sense of being still. No distractions, just the cool air and the slow reveal of the land through the mist. It clears my mind and makes me feel connected in a very unique way.

Fog moves slow and steady, never rushing, never loud. Watching it roll in teaches patience. You can’t force it or hurry what’s natural. Sometimes the best thing you can do is wait and let things unfold on their own. It’s a reminder that some moments take time, and that slowing down can show you things you’d miss if you moved too fast.