Mistyfied

I watched as the world turned, changed, morphed from bright sunshine to misty etherealism. The birdsong that was so crisp became hauntingly vague, drifting here and there. The heavy blankets of dewy mist shrouding all from view. The silence of my bike on the road a strangeness, an enchantment, bewitching the breath from me.

The miles passed...all as if in a dream.


What a lovely start....and now it looks like the sun will break through...dreamy indeed!