Water and sky, drifting fog, reeds and trees turning red on the far shore...
What more does one need on the trailing edge of a day in October's middling pages? A heron or three in the shallows would be grand but that is all.
Everything else is already here.
I miss posted on the cause of fog and need to find time to edit. I do love quiet foggy mornings, though.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThe mists of Avalon... :)
ReplyDeleteWish i stood next to you watching and listening...to the beauty of this immense space of the timeless
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