Dawn breaks and the mists are heavy.
Magic.
The barn seems distant.
The warmth burns it away, eventually.
Soon it will be frost not dew.
Lifting right off the pond’s surface.
Saturday I had some visitors, we ate from the Orkney crockery and, yes, I actually made the lunch. All kinds of unexpected things…
I love the sense of the unknown when water is shrouded in mist. One could end up anywhere, even Avalon. 🙂