Fog

I walk out my door and see only fog.
My dog and I walk down the short path from our front door,
and she instinctively turns right.

We keep going, only seeing 30 or so feet ahead.
We get to the next point, and another 30 feet of dirt road
and sagebrush appears.

I realize we don’t need to know the whole way.
Just the direction.
And that after each step we take, the next step will be revealed to us.

Without the fear of getting lost in the way,
I see the crystals hanging onto the brush.
There’s magic in the mystery.

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