I am in the saddle in front of a lake and it is lightly misting out. 

As the water gently tickles my face, I am reminded of the people with whom I "walked to the gate" as they entered eternity. 

It seemed to me that heaven touched earth for a little while, and it was kind of like the mist I am experiencing now.

I am remembering those goodbyes - comforted - knowing that for them it was a joyous hello.

I love mist.