Season of Mists

A magical sunset on the ridge, again. I sat on a rock still warm from the sun and watched the fog flowing as the sun disappeared. It all smells wonderful after the rain, too.
Kicking myself for not bringing the tripod, I've been wanting to try some 30 second exposures of the fog, and tonight would have been a good opportunity as it was moving more side-to-side than straight towards me and there was barely any wind.