Sunday morning last I drove between two different small lakes that were shrouded in fog. The sun was shining in my eyes but was blurred by different layers of fog and mist. Even a contrail was just a pencil mark in the sky.See more beautiful sky views from all over the planet @ Skywatch Friday.
Every now and again take a good look at something not made with hands: a mountain, a star, the turn of a stream. There will come to you wisdom and patience and solace and, above all, the assurance that you are not alone in the world. —Sidney Lovett