If fog is memory, something which is a tangible but just barely and all too easily dissipated often burned off by the more immediate heat, just as memory is sometimes pushed to the furthest edges of consciousness by the present moment, love is a spider’s web. Simultaneously strong and indescribably delicate. The line between love and hate is sometimes very hard to find, the line between friend and something else razor thin and hard to see. A solid friendship is like a piece of amber…..beautiful and complex, carrying within it a story for a later generation to find Trust is a blade painstakingly forged but all to easily broken. Rain is terribly harsh and wonderfully forgiving at once. Life is a snowflake…each unique never to be exactly reproduced once it’s gone.