Mornings have started to get misty, at least in the off city limits where I stay. The thick mist that sometimes reduces visibilhity to within fifty meters could be due to the presence of the nearby lake, the extra cover of trees or maybe due to the expanse of open spaces. 

Walks are a delightful experience. No traffic and few people, because most people have a notion that walking in the mist is a sure way to catch a cold and fever. Even cobwebs in the shrubs are draped in white and look like the sails of tiny little ships!

Makes it seem like I’m located on a hill resort far from the madding city traffic.

Just in case you feel my imagination has got the better of me, I’ve attached a picture too. You can’t see the lake, but it’s just beyond the tree line. (In one of these write ups, I’ll tell you about the small plane that crash landed in this lake last year and made a big splash in our sleepy, misty area).

Alas, the mist clears soon enough, the sun shines through, you see the rough roads, people with little vessels….

Philip Peter