Yesterday’s fog, that lingered all day, has carried over into the new morning. And it is a new morning, a morning for America, a morning for democracy once again. This blanket of fog, hanging low, holding sound to the ground, making birds voices ring throughout the yard, through the woods, a blanket of moisture, cool not cold.

When the air hangs low like this, the bypass seems so close. The trucks passing by seem right next door. The birds in the woods seem right beside you. It’s a shrinking of the world, bringing it all closer, making everything seem smaller, more intimate.

All day yesterday the light hid in a layer of clouds that hung lower than low. As America reawoke, my part of the world snoozed, blankets of fog pulled close to the neck. We hold our breath as we wait to see what dawns in America. We hold our breath as we wait to see if the visions or the nightmares will come true. Personally, I hold out faith that it will be the visions, the ideals, that will surpass the nightmares, the devils own.

My faith tells me that Donald Trump’s carnage in America is over, his vision put to rest. I can only hope my faith has the strength to see it true.

I am inspired. And I am saddened. Inspired that the visions expressed by this new administration have an opportunity to be realized. Saddened that these visions are somehow my fellow Americans nightmares. I can’t understand the dichotomy. I can’t understand the fear we hold in our hearts of each other. I can’t understand the past four years. I can’t understand January 6th.

Y’all stay safe, stay healthy, pray for our nation, pray for our president, pray for the world.

Having an amazing day and let’s get on with it.