Went to a visitation this evening for an uncle who passed away and paused as we were leaving to photograph the streetlights in the fog. Will catch up with commenting later. For today's word - weather.
I love eulogies. They are the most moving kind of speech because they attempt to pluck meaning from the fog, and on short order, when the emotions are still ragged and raw and susceptible to leaps. ~ Peggy Noonan
