waking early on a foggy morning.
light floats inside each droplet.
everything holds its own patina of moisture.
come on, let's follow this path.
once past its welcoming opening, you enter the foggy fields.
the brighter edges of birdsong are softened in the cool wet air
the crows welcoming calls lose their raspy edge
colours are gentler
thoughts are kinder
coming here every day to read is a kind of meditation - thank you for sharing the beauty you see and feel
ReplyDeleteA patina of moisture. ((sigh)) I love the way you think.
ReplyDeleteHope all is well, t is rather misty/moisty here also.
ReplyDeleteI can all but feel the cool moisture, Steven. You take us there into the half light and damp.
ReplyDeleteWe often wake up to fog over the fields here. It's so soft and muted.
ReplyDeleteOh sigh...such a refreshing little stroll with you- how welcoming, how nurturing- sigh....
ReplyDeletegorgeous...just gorgeous
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely meanander along the paths with you....its kinda overcast here today too...have a peaceful evening steven...x
ReplyDeleteOne foggy day recently I spotted a deer within 100 feet. We stared at each other calmly for several minutes before he walked away. So true about calm.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely walk - thanks for taking us along!
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