Hidden, practicing cogitation

Hidden in the fog, warm sun shining through, the city by the bay lingers in the fog. I’m practicing cogitation: the act of thinking deeply…

What’s hidden behind the clouds is still there. What’s behind our faces, our actions and our words is sometimes hidden as well. There is silence out there, reaching out into the water. You can listen to what it has to say by just being in it.

Reminds me of a writer I see often