It rained pretty good this morning, then cleared up enough in the afternoon that I was able to go for a nice walk.
When I got back home, the mist was rolling in and I ended up sitting on the patio just listening to the stillness, watching the changing view, and remembering how much I love this kind of weather (partly because it reminds me of foggy San Francisco).
I also found myself humming the beautiful song, “Mist,” by Swami Kriyananda (from the Mystic Harp CD). It was the perfect soundtrack to my afternoon.