When the Fog rolls in, shrouding the view in grey, it invites space for mischief.

The cloak drapes across the realm; restoring, refreshing, restarting under the ambiguous shadow.

The Mischievous revel in this new beginning. The Fog.

An outburst of energy surges in us, as the senses are buffeted by the natural world. Rich scents of trees, flowers, water, and Earth steam into the nostrils. Dampness infuses the world in deeper, richer, powerful hues of colour to soak the eyes in. Sounds distort, dripping an eerie, foreboding muffle to everyday life as the ears listen. We taste fresh, wet life seeping through the cosmos as it condensates in the mouth. Even the air, moist to the skin’s touch as we exist through the event, reveals we are cuddled and caressed by Life itself.

Why does the Playful, the Trickster, the Mischief-maker rejoice in the Fog?

We bond with the brimming energy; we indulge in the sensory opportunity. And thus, Wake Up to a deeper connection with Life, where we listen and smile and breath and dance and laugh and sing and cry and love, in awe of the oozing Creative Infinity we are living and using.

We wield Creative Infinity.

As the Fog lifts,
who will emerge,
and what shall we make?