January Inversions, they can be a common experience in my neck of the woods. This morning before my feet hit the floor my weather app alerts me to these conditions and adds the possibility of ice fog. My alpine skier friends seem to adjust to this sort of re-occurring weather phenomenon, one that more easily develops when a winter thaw takes place in areas where valleys are surrounded by mountains and little wind exists. Sometimes I hear them squeal with glee upon return, telling of riding the chair through the low fog to then happily discover the sun is out on top. Today I am gifted with a mid-day pause, time to reflect in my favorite indoor spot. I’m surrounded by windows. The sun tries to burn through the current inversion, creating a dreamy sort of warmth for a brief moment, only to dim. Screened out by the return of thick moisture that hangs heavy, challenging my perspective. My eyes attempt to focus, searching for color within the gray or maybe a tiny glimpse of texture within the flat dimension this fog creates. My mind wanders in this awake dream state, twirling around ideas, plans, stirring with connectivity, exploring possibilities of shared experiences. Excitement springs! Seems a blank canvas backdrop, alongside time for simple imagining can be perfect conditions too; perfect for creating pieces of joy to blanket my heart! I look out once more and for real, the low clouds are lifting, the sky is growing lighter and the sun is breaking though.