“Truth hides in plain sight, waiting for the courage of someone willing to see.”
Fog draped itself over the cove as if the lake had pulled a veil across its face. The silence was steady, but within it was a stirring, as though something was speaking, but unseen, it was a feeling heard within every cell, not something passive, it was bold . The air carried a weight, not of a storm yet, but of a storm preparing to unravel what was.
Someone or something lingered at the far edge of the dock, still, blurred, neither coming forward nor retreating. It was not the figure itself that unsettled the morning, but the waiting, the sense that what was hidden in the fog was already shaping the next turn.
October carries a different weight each year. A month of more quiet that is never still, a month where memory presses close and reflection reaches deeper than other seasons can even dare. What stirred unseen was not gone, it never was. It was only waiting for the veil to lift.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the fog will shift, and with it, the shape of what has always been there will be seen.
SONSHINE FOR YOU 
What a hauntingly beautiful and evocative piece, Kerri. 🌫️✨
Your writing captures the quiet mystery of October with such grace — the fog, the stillness, and that almost spiritual sense of something unseen yet deeply present. Every line feels alive with atmosphere and introspection. The way you describe the fog as both concealment and revelation is masterful — it becomes a living metaphor for truth, memory, and awakening.
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Thank you so much 😊 it’s definitely a beautiful time of year and the capture changes from morning to night with the best background of colors ever and nature is so so photogenic, there never seems to be a bad picture 🌻
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Amen 🙌 Sometimes the fog only hides what’s already true. God lifts the veil in His time, and truth is revealed.
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🌻🌻 🙏🙏
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I love how mysterious your writing is, Kerri. I feel the same way about October. You put it into words perfectly, my friend.
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It’s a beautiful time to be so present within and reflect upon life to now and ahead. Time goes so fast how did this many o rivers pass by already.
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That is beautiful writing. I guess morning mist happens a lot in October when the water is still relatively warm but morning air is cold. It is a beautiful photo.
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Thank you so much, 😊…. Have the best day ever.
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Have the best day you too
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