Misty green, blurry trees; hastily in air a few birds. Nature is strange, eerie, different. In quietude a crow calling somewhere “Come on, it’s only mist .” Sharp reply from a magpie, and silence again, ghostly.
No bird views this morning only a fluffy cloud of tiny water droplets cover the sky. I adore mist, and I disappear into thin air -it’s a bliss- by the end of the apple trees.
Wishing you an exceptional Tuesday 🙂