This morning the bridge was shrouded in mist.
At moments, it seemed to completely disappear.
As I contemplated this for the two minutes and fifteen seconds I had at my leisure before rushing out the door en route to a busy day at work, I was reminded of how no matter how beautiful and grand something appears, and no matter how hard we strive to obtain it — and even when it is in fact right in front of us — such a thing can seem as distant and unobtainable as immortality or hitting the lottery or world peace.
And how it’s sometimes necessary to have such a thing obscured to understand not only how close it really is, but what we would miss if it actually disappeared.
