After saying my morning prayers, I open the living area curtains to let the morning light in. Today when I looked outside it was fog. It enshrouded the trees, and shrubs, trying to dim the lights. Wish I had taken a picture. I didn’t. Too bad! It would have been perfect if I had done it.
It was eerie! At the exact moment, a nephew messaged me about my sister in law’s daughter having a brain hemorrhage. I was sad at the news. At the moment I am too far away for a visit.
I was wondering as to why any sad happening in my life is entwined with a misty day? I have come to dread it.
It’s eerie to have a misty day
Bad tidings, and mist to happen the same day
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