San Francisco maintains its reputation for magic by appearing and disappearing, hidden and revealed by the whims of the fog. Sometimes what is hidden is even more beautiful than what you can see.
What do you find beautiful because you can’t always see it?
The goodness in people. It ‘s not always apparent in today’s world, but when I see a shining example of goodness in any human being, I am touched by it’s beauty and rareness.
Sandra, I agree. Seeing someone help another in some way at the grocery story, for example, warms my heart.
The mist in the meadows compels me to dream about what may be out there without my seeing it clearly; sometimes as I continue to gaze upon the scene, a branchy tree form emerges; or even a windmill or a barn form sprouts up into view; the layers of foggy grey or shimmery gold color is topping other bands of beige, white; then soft green with perhaps a band of darker shade to settle the scene down at the bottom. I always enjoy seeing this kind of scene, especially when it is a mixture and when I have time to stop and stare. Driving through it on the highway when I’m on my way to somewhere is another matter; I think “what a problem!”