Light Always Finds It’s Way

I went to town yesterday morning to see the corn stalks on Main Street at sunrise. It wasn’t what I expected. Even though it was foggy as I came into town, the fog was minimal on Main Street. Those corn stalks looked anything but photogenic in the dark.

So I moved on…and went to the mountain top. It was so foggy there, I could barely see anything. Deer ran out in front of me and I was concerned that at some point I wouldn’t see them in time and that my car would be damaged.

But then, things changed. I noticed the light begin to change from a grey veil to the slightest warm tint. I waited and watched as the light became stronger.

And then….. I watched the sun break through the fog, and it felt like a quiet gift. At first the world was soft and hidden, but then the light began to spill through—warm, golden, steady. I couldn’t stop taking photos, even though one would have been enough. I was drawn to the light. And to the thought of how light always finds its way….

In these last days of summer, moments like this feel especially tender, reminding me how light lingers even as the season shifts. On a day that started not as I expected, it’s a gentle promise that beauty continues, just in different ways than expected sometimes.

Light always finds its way….

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