fog

Life  brings many surprises along the way.   Sometimes they are good, bringing joy! While other times, they are not so good.  Today as I drove to work in the early morning fog, I began to think about what the day would be like for me.  I knew my work schedule and what had to be done and probably most of the people.   But just like the fog that blankets and blocks the view, I couldn't see clearly what lie ahead.  I remembered one of my favorite loved poems:

FOG

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

by Carl Sandburg

 

At the close of today, I reflect upon the surprises that I had encountered today and what lessons were learned or joys to keep as good memories.  Lesson:  If a student stands very still and is holding their stomach, just run for the trash can and stand back, way back. Joys to remember:  Next time I see fog in the morning on the way to work, laugh and remember today and just how lucky I was to be standing back - a little!