Misty morning

A misty morning

Tuesday (which was a public holiday) dawned cold, still and misty.  The water was like glass, with the winter mist blurring the line between the water and the sky, perhaps blurring the real word with the world of the faeries a little as well.

I love walking around in the mist, it makes me feel like I am the only person in the world. Quiet, a little eerie, and peaceful.

A misty morning

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