Goodnight friends! The kind of day I’ve been waiting and hoping for as the sky’s grown greyer, a beautiful thick blanket of milky fog crept in overnight and clung to the trees all day, wrapping everything in a layered shroud of white stillness. Woods and meadows become a monochrome stage set, each stand of trees a flat layer rendered in paler and paler washes of ink, vanishing away into untold silent depths. Leaves crowned in dim pearl tiaras of condensation droplets, the white wings of gulls appearing and vanishing away back into the mist over the half-real reservoir. An egret perched on a bridge as if a skein of fog had knotted itself into solid form.
A few mild surges of energy and a generally more positive outlook as I steady myself and come closer to accepting the possibly isolated holiday period, and as I could finally go out with ease and enjoy some interesting weather that makes up somewhat for the cool and damp.
May we be ready to cast aside old assumptions and learn from a wide range of experiences today!
