“Mystification is simple; clarity is the hardest thing of all.”
—Julian Barnes, Flaubert’s Parrot
Fog is not hard, in any sense, except trying to drive through it along a winding coastal road, perhaps after yoga, a day of letting go.
Fog is itself like letting go, like giving in. A kind of gentle erasure, a forgetting of lines, a loosening of your tight hold on how things are themselves—how they ought to be.
Simply breathing on the window takes the clarity away. Easiest, after all, to breathe . . .
image: Hidden by the fog, Assisi's Basilica, Umbria
(posted by Penelope) — with Atina SahadItaly Art and Architecture