It only takes a second

Have you ever taken the time to watch fog?
I don't mean just notice it as you're driving or walking through it, but really staying still and quiet to watch this misty, mysterious entity.
It can billow as it moves, or creep slowly along, led by tiny tendrils of ghostly gossamer.
It floats like a weightless presence, carefully assessing all it passes over, leaving behind a tingling reminder of its having been there, in traces of glistening beads of water dangling delicately on spiders' webs, blades of grass, leaves on the trees.
I like to walk into fog, the thicker the better, and let it wrap around me. I close my eyes and let myself be enfolded in this chill blanket, my imagination picking up the whispers of elves, or hobbits lost on their long and weary road.
There's something absolutely magical about fog and something deeply profound happens to every soul that takes the time to watch it, become a part of it, breath it in.
This time of year the morning's are often swathed in bands of this cool gauze.
Treat yourself. Take some time. Give yourself a few seconds, or minutes, to slow down on the way to work and really watch this magnificent manifestation of nature.