Sunday, January 22, 2012
Foggy Morn' On The Marsh...
wafts of mist
~ Brenda Finch, 2005
It was so calming. So quiet. I would be hard pressed to find a more peaceful spot at that particular moment. Over the weeks since the Winter Solstice, the temperatures have been mild for the most part, daytime numbers resting within the boundaries of 55 to 75 degrees. This morning it felt like winter. Slightly warmer than usual for this time of year, but enough of a chill to satisfy.
Fog. Trees naked except for haphazard drapings of moss. Dull drips of rain creating beads of moisture on limb and twig, the glimmering transparent drops resembling ice. Various brown hues of dormant marsh grasses. Low teasing breeze playing around and through...everything. It may not feel like full-blown winter weather yet, but cooler temperatures were definitely around the marsh this morning.