As the dawn appears the mist rises from the surface of the pond. The mist is like the memory of what was. The pond water retained its heat much better than the chilled air that blew in overnight. Hanging onto its remnant of warmth in air that yesterday was warmer the water is forced to give up its past in light of the present. All is not lost as new and greater warmth will soon arrive to bring revival to the chilling water. The mist of memories often clouds the discoveries in a new day. Sometimes opportunities to enjoy the offerings of the present are obscured by the prism of the past. A frank acknowledgement of those lingering memories along with an offering of gratitude for having experienced them sparks a bounty of thankfulness for what is yet to be discovered. Clearing the shadow of yesterday broadens the lens through which today may be experienced!
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