Morning Fog

Morning fog drifts over the landscape, veiling the meandering path, but permitting a view of the distant and darker tree line that floats on the horizon.

Sunlight slowly breaks, illuminating scattered clouds with pink and purple hues, and gradually revealing the colors of the grass and trees.

Dawn is a golden hour. If circumstances permit, it allows for quiet and serene contemplation.

God is the source of such splendor: King David said, “They who dwell in the ends of the earth stand in awe of Your signs; You make the dawn and the sunset shout for joy” (Psa. 65:8).

Again, the sweet psalmist of Israel said, “My heart is steadfast, O God; I will sing, I will sing praises, even with my soul. Awake, harp and lyre; I will awaken the dawn! I will give thanks to You, O Lord, among the peoples, And I will sing praises to You among the nations” (Psa. 108:1–3).


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