It was supposed to be stormy all weekend. I even called off a chance to go sailing in San Pedro because of the storm. That turned out to be a good decision, even if a storm didn’t come, and even if it wasn’t particularly good for reasons on my end. The storm didn’t come. Fog came. Clouds really, if a person were to be at a lower altitude looking up. Here, it is fog, thick, rolling fog, so dense that the house across the street is barely visible.

There’s a full moon tonight, I think, or close to it. I can’t see a thing, for it is all dark, thickly dark, powerful dark. I don’t mind in fact I love the dark for what it is.

It seems restful and soothing.

That’s how I feel tonight. Restful.

Through the day I flirted with levels of activity, worry, and doubt. Then I decided to check the mail, which entails a ten minute drive to the post office. No home delivery in Lake Arrowhead. On the way back I stopped at Starbucks and got a venti cappuccino. It was about 7:15 when I got that cappuccino, but I didn’t really care. I’ve no idea why I got it, for it was only the second time in a year and a half that I visited that Starbucks. It seemed like a soothing idea.

As the evening continued I felt more mellow, more at peace, more restful — qualities not normally associated with a venti cappuccino.

I feel restful tonight, deeply and thoroughly. There’s much to think about and consider… but I don’t need to do that tonight. Tonight I just want to bathe in the peace of a fog filled night, and let the rest fill me and soothe my otherwise baked soul.

All is well. This is something that can most always be said… but it’s wonderful when I’m not having to convince myself of the fact and can really believe it is true from the depths of my being.

All is indeed well.