We walked the beach this morning, just Sean and I, after the morning rush of breakfast and teeth brushing and school drop off for Tyty and we took in the world as seen through the hazy lens of a vog filled morning.
It changes things, you know, that vog, when it rolls in.
It can be such a pain for those who already struggle to catch their breath, with asthma and such, and even I will sometimes find myself whining of some, probably elegantly fabricated, vog induced malady.
But it does something to the light, changing, and slowing, the world as if a behemoth filter were placed on the lens of our days.
And I just love that sort of hazy stillness that only comes when the earth groans and shifts and creates itself anew, you know,
when Kilauea erupts... and the vog rolls in.