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
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
it. The fog was moist, thereby making it even more
played at night in the yard with the same feeling of altered
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.