Each time I look up, the sky is different.  This is always true, and yet, here where the fog plays games it seems even more so.  Sun, wisps of fog, full enclosure of fog, sun.  Change.

My book group discussed how we meet what comes, this aging, now called Saging process, that is so illusive, like life, but it becomes more clear as wisdom moves like waves of fog in, out, and all around.