A beautiful-weather, beautiful-company weekend. Then Monday morning the fog limited our view. We could see the trees around us, but not the road or anything beyond. Moisture muffles sound and sunshine, and takes on the colors poured into it. So the fog was tinged pink-gold from sunrise and trees with leaves still clinging. I felt wrapped in a huge, soft comforter.

By mid-morning Monday the air had cleared, and this season's brilliance emerged again to bless all. Who wants to be inside at a computer in weather like this? The brilliant sunshine, the golden hour, the brilliant moonlight-- oh, I look and look, breathe it all in, let the scents of each moment of these amazing days permeate my cells.

"Summer and winter and springtime and harvest
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love"
(from the hymn Great Is Thy Faithfulness, words by Thomas O. Chisholm)

That Being that life on this earth carries at essence, this marvelous time to experience Being in the world.