Fog rolled in off the ocean, curling over the rooftops and down into the garden where I sat watching the stars begin to dot the heavens. I pulled my scarf tightly around my neck— the temperature quickly dropping. Soon, the stars were obscurbed.
I looked out over the garden, the little twinkle lights in the trees glowing in the mist. I buttoned my coat and sat and watched it dance, turning and swirling on the breeze— appreciating its delicate beauty— God’s breath made visible.