Mist over the little alcoves of bamboo just out of site. Mist from the rice bogs. Mist from rice paddies. Mist from the thatched roofs you pass each day on your commute to work. Mist rising from the dewy ground. Mist, the natural element most closely related to mystery. What knowingness is obscured in this early light of day? Where does the Spirit dwell in and about this place? What mystery awaits