The fog was low-lying and thick.   Coming home from school we had a wonderful time walking half-blind with heads in fog, and the smaller children stooping down in the clear area at the ground level to guide us.  It was hard to realize that reality was not changed, just masked.   It was scary yet so exciting to feel our way along; trying to remember that nothing was changed except our vision of it.  The fog was moist, thereby making it even more sensuous.

We played at night in the yard with the same feeling of altered perception.   Moonlight was perfect magic—and moonless nights with starshine very eerie and extra special.  I realize now that reality is often to be masked and our perceptions are changed by our personal viewpoint.