It takes modern-day luxuries like time and space to slip under the surface, to cultivate a way of seeing that involves more than retinas and optic nerves.  On the surface, fog obscures the distant things. I watch it now, brushing out the mountain, curling around my feet, content and sure as as the smoke from an old man’s cigar, or the tail of a dreaming cat….

…But fog has other tricks up its sleeve. It pulls the closer things more clearly into view. In blocking out the scenery, it frames and highlights the objects near to us that, like neighbours, we come to ignore through proximity.

It’s good to see into the distance. It’s good to not overlook the close at hand.