This was the dawn light, diffused with clouds, and heat. A mist hung over the entire coast. Cold water meeting hot air.
Wouldn’t it be lovely if beautiful mists are created when someone of different polarities meet? The meeting of the cold and the hot? That rather than the common knee jerk reaction of fear and uncertainty at meeting a polar opposite we could allow a mist of softness to proceed inquiry and curiosity into the essential nature of the other? That perhaps the meeting of polarities might create a beautiful third?