This morning instead of a thunderstorm, it was a very billowy fog that
was brushing up against the windows. Even though it was just beginning
to be light, I tumbled out of bed and ran around the house trying to
find my snuggly parka and tripod and remote. Then I made a quick dash
out the back and tried to play it casual for the passing cars as I ran
along the road a little ways to the big field where the fog was
sitting in clouds on the ground.
The ground was covered in silvery frost and the moon was still hanging over the mountain. Through the fog it looked very beautifully ghostly and soft.
These are my most favorite times in all of my life; little solitary moments when the world transforms back into fairyland again and I can disappear into it for even just a short while