Upon an ethereal morn.

With a visible breath and a glowing eye the morning greeted me with tendrils of delicate misty fingers. The ghostly images of tree and shrub fading like memories into the distance. Grey and white haze covers the scene amidst the deadened sounds of far off birds and mumbling cows.

The rich smell of wet grass and gently steaming foliage, the scent of Autumn. As the mist cleared and the houses appeared ... Don Quixote like Giants... colour and form taking over the horizon. Rising mists creeping off the river swirl around my wheels. The nearer to town the more ordinary the world became, dull and expected.

Turning around and looking back...the world nestled in the magical mist..... What a wonderful life!