Infinite

Infinite.

That's all I could think. As the fog rolled in..and rolled out. As what - in one moment - appeared..and then just as quickly disappeared.

Infinite time. Infinite possibility. Infinite permutations and combinations of unfolding.

In the absence of a visible horizon line - this earth could be flat..it could be round..it could be anything we wish or imagine it. It could end at the tip of our nose...or extend ad-infinitum.

No boundaries. No dividing lines. No clear beginnings...or endings. A blend. A blurr. Shades of endless grey.

Wouldn't the world be a much happier place...if we'all might embrace this infinite peace and simplicity?

That's what I was thinking..before I - too - disappeared into the early morning mist and fog. A perfect beginning to a brand new and infinite day.