At the Ends of the Rainbow

Darkness will last for night, but joy will come on morning....

We walked up the hill in an early fog, not the kind I'm in when I wake up, but the kind where you can't see down the street. We don't come across very many people out before breakfast, but when we do there is always a weird semi-pause when both parties are considering crossing the street--who will step out? It usually goes smoothly. 

Day 30