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“When life is foggy, path is unclear and mind is dull, remember your breath. It has the power to give you the peace. It has the power to resolve the unsolved equations of life.”

“So many questions crowd my brain at once, it’s like one of the famous Portland fogs has swept up from the ocean and settled there, making it impossible to think normal, functional thoughts. We’re sitting on the floor of the living room, which is squashed up right next to the “dining room”, and I’m holding Jenny's workbook on my knees, reciting the problems to her, but my mind is on autopilot and my thoughts are a million miles away. Or rather, they’re exactly 3.4 miles away, down at the marshy edge of Back Cove.”

“Sometimes you need thick fog, yes fog is definitely a need; it wraps you up and isolate you from this world! You and the universe are left alone, there is a silence, you think about things you couldn't think of before, and you see things you couldn't see before! The fog is a journey both to oneself and to the universe. Fog is very strange because it stimulates both thoughts and non-thinking; like the pendulum of a clock, you oscillate between thinking and not thinking!”

“Sometimes a thick fog suddenly comes and covers your life! First, you are surprised, then you are scared, then in all that uncertainty and helplessness you start to learn something and finally as the fog clears you turn back and look at the fog and wave goodbye, thanking it for teaching you something important about life - despite all the hardships you have endured!”

“February Soup by Stewart Stafford The February fog, Turns all into blobs, Orange street lights, To Valentine's Night. When the wind strays, Fog's mantle is grey, Laying misty bouquets, On barren, muddied days. The daffodils of March, Can cheer up Plutarch, Adorned in Kelly green, No sign of foggy screens. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”

“Cathedral of Light by Stewart Stafford The wintry grey forest branches, Embrace freezing fog as build, Backlit by the pushy noon sun, Revealing a cathedral of light. An air frost of transient structure, Reprieve from a hangman's bloom, Naked limbs greeted the icy cover, The looming cape of ersatz foliage. Tongues of wind scatter the pop-up, Six sheep in a straight line saw it off, A still and sunny afternoon followed, Frozen matinee fades another day. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”