"Sometimes, when you're in a fog, it's best to stand still.  Move carefully because you can't see where the edge of the cliff is."  
- L.C.  (my paraphrase)  Thinking this foggy morning of some wise counsel I received this weekend.  I'm looking out our windows at these huge sky scrapers and hoping their near, hidden rooftops are similar to the many hidden things in my life.  I'm hoping the many unseens are real and near, for me and those I love. 

We wait for mornings, and find dismay when all is clouded and still hidden with gray.
But often all it takes is an hour of sun to burn the changing veil hiding the constant away.
Why let clouds and vapors cause us to dismay?  They're vanquished with one steady ray.
And should the sun not rise again, they'll have not light and shadows with which to play.
So be it light or be it dark, the only thing that wont remain is the cloud that blocks your way.