It is a fog Tishie,,a fog like no other,,often without the promise of sunshine to burn away the blindness...

But because we have lived in this fog,,,inside we know that at some point it will lift a bit and the mold of this moisture will drain away...

But it is the waiting,,,the hellish moments that drag like glaciers within a freeze,,that make the fog its heaviest...

We will hold your hand while you wait for even that one profound ray of light that brightens the mist....

Lenny