When the fog burns off
You'll see what was always there
Hidden by the gray.
I have been thinking about this... Often times we settle for living our lives with lots of gray areas, kind of like ostriches burying our heads in the sand. We are afraid to acknowledge things because we will then have to do something about it. All along we are just fooling ourselves. It is what it is, and not acknowledging it does not make it go away. When we bring it to the light, the gray burns off just like fog. The surprising thing is how much better we feel and how much beauty there is, hidden in ashes.
I have no picture to post with this haiku. I was driving when I noticed this...
Lightning reveals that
Behind the black of darkness
The sky is still blue.
It is a most comforting thought. Take heart! The sun always burns off the fog, and morning always comes.
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