I took a walk in the fog this morning. It was the most glorious morning I’ve had in a while, and I believe it’s worth sharing.
I love mornings like this. The breeze was delightful, the sky was a swirling watercolour of greys, and the mist was descending over the corn fields making the golden tassels glow.
Even as I walked, the fog began to recede. I found myself chasing it up the hill, only to watch it dissappear on the horzon. I stood on top of the hill and waved goodbye to the fog, and turned to watch the battle between the clouds and then sun.
The sun won, in the end. But it was glorious while it lasted.