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. 🙂