He was right! Everything was so beautiful; so still, fresh and clear, despite a low layer of fog hanging around, dressing the foliage in burka like coverings, exposing very little of what it was behind the shroud. Oh my! How I love that my son pauses often to appreciate the beauty of nature, but also that he is always so willing to share it with me.
He has always done that; ever since he was just a little tyke. It is one of the things I love most about my son. “Come see, Mom!” “Come hear”; “Come look”. It has always been that way. It is always heartfelt moments from him, and heart-warming experiences for me.