Whenever I have been to Folkestone, sea mist has masked the proximity of Dover and Dungeness; it sat in its own space separated from everything associated with it. I knew the immediate area, but had no idea of placing that within the known world.
One evening the mist lifted and the lights appeared as if by magic; I could clearly see the docs at Dover, the power station at Dungeness, and I believe, the lights of France.
When a problem is appearing to have no solution everything is surrounded by a fog, you just cannot see which way is up. We have to wait for that mist to lift and when it does, we can take a fresh look at the real horizon.
The mists returned the next day, but by then I had my bearings, and knew the layout of the land.
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