Foggy Morning

Disorienting fog hung over the river yesterday morning; the water was like glass where you could see it. Little would you know that the water stretches about 1000 feet to the opposite bank. We could hear plenty of song birds around and a larger bird, perhaps an Eagle, winging up or down the river, but very few came into sight. The woodpeckers’ drilling was muted in the heavy air.


The sun was up and blue sky appeared and disappeared overhead.


The frost on the nude branches formed into drops as the air warmed, adding to the eerie feeling as they drop, drop, dropped.


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