Befogged? Watch for the light

WE WERE DRIVING along a road shrouded in fog. To stay on the road, we used the tail-lights of the vehicles in front of us as a guide. Then suddenly we climbed out of the fog and onto the high plains—to blue skies, crisp air, icicles like diamonds hanging from grass along the roadside. Such light and beauty!

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Turn toward the light
April 10, 2000
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