I pulled into the parking lot this morning and was already eagerly looking for my next picture. Today began very gray and had a dark haze to it, my precious inspiring light was not yet peeking its head. I was a little nervous. So when I passed the back window of my Wagon and saw the melted snow and the soft fog of the windows, I smiled, I knew I had found what I was looking for. With one little stroke of my finger I had my picture.