On misty mornings, the world is so changed, that is becomes easier to imagine another age, another time.

“The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the age that gave it birth comes again.”

It’s a fictional world that Robert Jordan describes, but on mornings like this one, when reality and unreality sort of swirl and blend together in the mist, it seems to strike close to the heart of the matter.