Foggy Morn' On The Marsh...

Surreal morning
wafts of mist
as if
a cloud
had
kissed
the earth
in a 
moment
of ethereal
bliss. 
~  Brenda Finch, 2005

Opening the door to retrieve the newspaper, I looked out on a grey foggy morning. A chill hung in the air, and the intermittent sprinkling of sparsely spread raindrops fell from sky and tree branch.  Above distant condo buildings, I could see a collection of avian marsh denizens soaring and wheeling in the area of the pond I frequent.  It had been some time since I had last checked in on the early morning marsh, so I changed into more appropriate clothing and set out with camera in hand.

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.