There’s not a lot to say. And there doesn’t need to be on a day like that one. But when we took a foggy morning balade along the Loiret River that we love so much on the first day of November, I couldn’t help but want to share what we were enveloped in.
It was an unusual day. The previous day, October 31st, had been balmy and beautifully sunny. But the next day brought the mood one might have hoped for for Halloween: thick fog from morning well into the night.
There is something about the fog. Something that makes light both softer and sharp, colors diffused but vivid, sounds muted but clear. And something else too, something that makes the space between us and the mysteries of the world much, much thinner. It’s a time for listening.
It was a peaceful and beautiful start to the month. I hope maybe a sign of some small comfort as France heads towards the one year anniversary of the terrible events of November 13th. But whatever it was, the fog that day on the river was too special not to share.