Clarity Always Available

      Took an  early morning walk this morning, the usual, but not really. The clarity of the atmosphere was remarkable. The bridge was pure orange, good old Golden Gate; the mountain showed forth tones of rose and pink, Tamalpais. Was I as clear as my surroundings, I wondered. The cloudiness had to be cleared out, so that I would be ready for clear thinking. How do I do that? I drank in my surroundings and found I joined the clarity of the day.