We continue to have fog, the mist giving a sense of mystery and an invitation to delve within.  I’m with the words of Dag Hammarskjöld in his book Markings.

The longest journey is the journey inward.

That leads me to John Muir’s words found in his journal after his death.

“I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.”