Approaching the skyway and heading into downtown Buffalo one morning last June I was met with a wall of fog that was like passing through a curtain. I don’t remember ever seeing such a distinct transition. It took a good 20 minutes for the fog to burn off once the sun rose and the early light filtering through all that mist created a giant softbox of gorgeous light that could make even a crow look good.
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature-the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”