Day 589: Fog Hug

What got me out of bed this morning was the fog. When that mist drifts in and does its dull knock the window, it's worth getting out of bed sharpish to be sure to get to the pond before it's been burnt off by the sun. 

All that watery mystery made even more mysteryy by the soft hug of the fog. Everything's soft focus, silenced and warmed. On the way down, I carried fog dew on my lashes, blinking it all cold and feeling magical. I imagined diamonds.