Morning Mist

I drove by this beautiful view, the early morning fog dancing off the Iowa river just after sunrise.

There is a mysticism innately curated, even though I'm aware of the science behind its existence.

Yes, hot and cold air, moisture, dew points, sunbeams, all of it.

But it's still magical to me.

Science itself feels like magic sometimes.

We may have a deeper understanding of how things work, but do we truly understand why? 

Like what is the underlying purpose of the beauty of mist?

And does it matter? Do we have to know in order to enjoy it? 

To marvel at beauty for beauty's sake and no other reason,

I think that is enough. 

We keep running toward more meaning making, discovery, needing to. know.

This propels a lot of great discoveries.

It can also make us mad.

Sometimes, it's okay to surrender to the not knowing and to bask in the glow of enoughness.