Sunday morning mists

Looking out, I thought we were fog bound, but decided to go walkabout for a little. At first I saw the crisscrossed pink sky, then the fingers of mist, lapping up the hill. It looked like reflections. I soon filled my card. Later I watched the sun appear.

 

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Taken on November 5, 2005