Season of Mists ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 252

Tramore was veiled in sea mist this morning and as I walked out the Cliff Road I gradually came to realise how my eyes are usually drawn way out to sea and bypass all sorts of other beauty.

It seems somewhat paradoxical that it took a fog to make me see more clearly and I wonder if there are parallels in life itself.  Maybe we need what seem like foggy, muggy, gray days to gain new insights and perspectives.

Author: socialbridge

I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing. My main research interests relate to health care and I love to write both non-fiction and poetry.

7 thoughts on “Season of Mists ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 252”

  1. Yes, there are parallels. Perhaps it connects well with your earlier post about “extra-vision”. But I suppose that would be a horse of a different color, wouldn’t it?

  2. Interesting thought, one’s outlook becoming more focused on near objects. Lovely mist pictures. On Tuesday afternoon from Jersey’s north west cliffs the other islands could only be seen poking above the low-lying sea mist – beautiful.

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