Lately when I rise and go to the front windows to see which birds might already be awake, there is mist rising from the Little River. This morning I triggered the porch lights by opening the door for a second, and when I was back inside looking out, I noticed that I could see individual infinitesimally small particles of fog swirling and dancing on the air almost like motes of dust, only more densely concentrated.
By the time I arrived at my parking space downtown, the morning was no less awe-inspiring.
November Fog
In the distance I could hear the ships blowing their horns at one another as they navigated the Saint Lawrence Seaway.
Nice shot! :)