a few sunday evenings ago i found myself laying in bed, k. laying next to me, he would be spending monday on the hill a rare day off so i turned to him and said "can we go to the green mountains if there is fog in the early morning?" i woke up that morning, ran to the window and like i had hoped the rain and the warmth of the earth created a perfect foggy morning. we made our coffees filled are carafes and headed out. the green mountains begins twenty minutes from our home. we drove, stared out the window, as we often do in the mountains we talked about hikes we had experienced, mountains we still had to visit. memories flooded back of the the quiet times we spent away from it all. then there it was, a lake with fog that gently began to lift. we hopped out of the car and took it all in. so needed, so desired, tears formed for across the lake through thick fog i could hear the sounds of children, they were talking to their parents. although i could not see them, i imagined big mugs of cocoa and tea, warm blankets caped over their shoulders and resting on their laps as they sat on rocks or adirondack chairs staring out at the lake through the fog. all of this filled me with peace and longing i left there feeling hopeful and renewed.