Blessed fog

60 plus degrees today. I was thankful to go on a short hike at the melting lake this morning. As I walked through the woods, warm layers met cool ones as if I were breathing in menthol through Nature's pipe. Deep inhale . . . long exhale. My trek through the fog was spiritual, especially when fog is a sort of force reserved for angels beyond. Couldn't help but think of my dear sister*friend who now hangs with the angels. 

where there is no beginning where there is no end
her cold limbs embraced in Her warm Spirit
she fiercely floats
into the mist wherein lies plucky passion