Perhaps we are always surrounded by mist, without knowing it. Perhaps there is always a subtle distortion that fosters the illusion of clear sight. Those are the sorts of thoughts that can capture me, eat away at my time.
In this moment, there is no time for playing with words, twisting meanings, searching for the indirect and the obscure. There is enough of that in the world already, little reason to push to increase its store.
But however long it may be, the time has come for me to make a stand for celebration beyond inward musing. Oh, I can decide to spend it some other way - indeed, I often do - but what better creation is there? Certainly it feeds me many times over.
So remembering this moment, this cutting wind with just enough moisture to grab and bite, I can invite pleasure - at both the memory and this present moment.