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...came on a warm and moonless night in South Texas on June 8, 2008. A few scattered clouds floated 1,200 ft. above the Huntsville International Airport. The sky was clear for miles. But just south of town, a low cloud swept in over Sam Houston National Forest. The fog already had thwarted another helicopter pilot who had tried to fly a patient from Huntsville Memorial Hospital to Houston. Blinded by the fog, that pilot was forced to turn around and abort the mission. Ninety minutes after that, Kirby was asked to fly the same patient to Houston...
...Garhi Khuda Baksh, Bhutto's ancestral village, where she is buried, lines of mourners moved purposively through the winter fog to reach their slain leader's grave. Some sprinkled fistfuls of freshly cut rose petals. Some raised their cupped hands in prayer. Others fiercely beat their heads and chests, performing the matam - a Shi'a ritual to mark mourning. Most wept. (See pictures of Bhutto's village in mourning after her assassination...
...mountain slopes just as violent landslides deposited them on that terrible afternoon nearly seven months ago. Down in a flooded valley, bare and broken tree trunks poke through the water like the spars of a vanquished armada, and over everything hangs the cold, the damp and the fog...
...hugging. I had called up friends from home and discovered that I didn’t have anything to say, so we just laughed. But when I saw Barack Obama finally take the stage in Chicago’s Hyde Park, a little voice cut through the happy fog: “What if he gets shot?”This is why the best thing about the Harvard-Radcliffe Dramatic Club’s production of the Stephen Sondheim musical “Assassins,” produced by Daniel V. Kroop ’10 and Katherine...
...phenomenal world - is equally cheering. In How to Know God, Chopra explains that for one who is enlightened, "a rotten tooth, a tumor or a detached retina" can each be seen as "a cluster of photons, a warped image made of light ... My identity floats in a quantum fog as photons wink in and out of existence. Observing these shifting patterns, I feel no attachment to any of them. They come and go; I am not even troubled by having no permanent home. It is enough to be bathed in the light...