Misty Morning

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.

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