So fellow travelers, unusually warm weather has created some strange images in the mornings. Today for example I was greeted by rose-violet air. No, it was not the sky, but the air itself which glowed. Dawn had infused the thick fog hovering just above the ground with the color of sunrise. I watched the air around me shift subtly from lavender to gold. The effect was mesmerizing.

Some mornings, the fields I pass on my way to work have revealed wispy cloud dragons sleeping between rows of apple trees and stacks of hay. A few days ago the fog was so thick I momentarily confused a neighbor’s driveway light for a celestial body. The sun? No. The moon? It made no sense,  hadn’t I just seen the waxing crescent moon the night before? Then I laughed as I unscrambled the nonsense my perplexed brain had generated. Quite a metaphor for some down right confounding exchanges I’ve encountered in the past few weeks. Judgements passed based on expectation instead of personal interactions, assumptions based on past experience instead of current circumstances, misunderstandings based on indirect communication, all hallmarks of the murkiness of humans trying to relate without being fully open to one another.

Naturally a bit of haiku emerged from the untidiness.

False moon morning fog

Doubt not friendships tried and true

Trust your heart not lies

Fuzzy cell phone shot of the would be moon

It is well to remember actions speak louder than words and before speaking we are best advised to listen.

Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.