Haze

A few weeks ago I was at the service for my great-grandfather at the San Fernando Mission. Towards the end of the service the priest ignited incense and the smoke curled upwards. The light from the high windows came down and I watched the haze curl and bend. Then I remembered what haze was- the particles in the air that we can see. It was nice to be able to focus on that, and instead of thinking about how I hate the smell of frankincense, I can look on it in a different light. (pun intended)