The mist hangs over the street creating a sense of mystery, and  whitewashing all that once appeared vibrant.  The sky, a solid steel gray, with no distinction, is barely lit by the hidden sun. In the far corner of the array of houses is a shrub, lit up in white Christmas lights that pierce through the mist like a beacon. It reminds that, at times, confusion leaves us lost or without affect; and then suddenly, there in the midst, a light of joy, a signal to celebrate breaks through.

Where is your eye fixed...on the mist or the light? What brings light in to your life?