This morning I was about to pour the rest of the contents of my French Press into a travel mug when I looked out the window.
There was fog.
Not a faint hint of cloud which makes you believe your eyes must still be out of focus from sleep, mind you. This was fog – dense and thick and beautiful 1. The way the fog manipulated the light of the breaking dawn was stunning.
At that moment I had a decision to make. I was about to head on the train to catch a ride in Bordentown, and I didn’t have enough hands to deal with the full contents of a travel-mug and carry a camera. I needed to decide if I wanted to bring along my traditional morning companion, or run upstairs and grab my DSLR.
Sometimes we have to suffer for our art.
I guzzled down my first mug of coffee, bounded upstairs 2, switched to my 40mm prime lens, and got my Nikon ready to shoot. The picture below, I believe, shows I made the best choice.
Coffee is wonderful, and tasty and… very coffee-ish. But the gift of forcing myself to pause on the way to the train station, so I could take notice of my surroundings, was a blessed treat.
We all have appointments to keep, but sometimes the better play is to stop and notice the fog wrapped around nearby branches.