A Cold Foggy Day in the world of my Home Town

Look at the mountains and what do you see but a glimpse of sunshine.
I am inspired as i sit in the valley of fog and feel small compared to the world outside my room.
To explain the feelings I felt this morning would be hard.
The wind wisped at the clouds causing the tips to curl and before entering the fog in my car I saw a perfect picture.

A farm house, in the background white clouds, and on top of them the mountains and sky.

Is anywhere else like my hometown?
I am sure of it.
But is there anywhere else I would travel to see things like my  ?
Never.
We are blessed to live in such a place where the fog looms around mountains and houses.
We are blessed to live in such a place that smoke does not form the clouds or that we can not smell the oil.
When the Orange blossoms bloom the smell falls over   the mountains.
We are blessed to live in a place where we can just drive an hour to a mall and not have to worry about all the dangers of having it around us.

Thank you God For My HomeTown