Seeing past the fog

Joan Sieber Ware

Have you ever been in a really thick fog? So thick that you couldn't see down to the end of your street?

I've seen fog like that. Beyond my backyard is a big field with an elementary school in it. On very foggy days, I can't see the school—and it's a big building! If people who didn't know the place walked by, they wouldn't even know it was there. But I never doubt that it's there.

I know the fog can't change that building one tiny bit. It can't move it down the road, turn it around, change its shape, or take even a few little bricks out. And never once have I wondered if the children would have a place to go and learn. That's because I know about fog. I understand that it is like a low cloud covering things until the sun dries it up or the wind blows it away.

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