Lighter Shade of Pale

Morning fog rolling in.. Driving to work, most of the landscape my eyes so greedily consume each morning... invisible - obscured by the fog. I see only soft rolling shades of gray with objects looming out of it.

Longing for the panoramic views and soft pastels of the morning, I made myself take a closer look at the soft quiet gray morning and began to wonder how many little things that I miss looking at the bigger picture and not seeing what is right in front of me.

.... ahh, the musings of the mad woman.........

Duck Truck....

It bothers me to no end following the cattle truck as it takes the cows to the slaughter yard. I see brown noses and big brown eyes looking out the slats.. and I think... I really have to work harder on being a vegetarian........

The other day, I came up behind a semi with little white pieces of fluff coming off the canvassed sides and I thought... ??????? At a stop sign I realized it was a truck of ducks. Ducks.. and I wondered and wondered where a driver would be taking a truck of ducks...... and how they got them up the little ramp and onto their layered perches.

And then I wondered what happens to a truck of ducks when it reaches it's destination.. and I decided it was a good thing I didn't like duck so much, at least my conscience didn't bother me too much, until I thought of the goose down feather bed I so love to sleep on...........