I woke up this morning to this misty scene. There is a light rain falling. It is very quiet.
I love how mist can change from moment to moment. One minute it is there, the next it is gone. It illuminates the landscape, highlighting the peaks and valleys that are unnoticeable at any other time.
A monochromatic landscape suddenly becomes three dimensional.
All in a matter of moments.
It is something you can witness, yet not touch.
'The mists of time'
'Misty watercolor memories'
The backdrop of a melancholy mood.
When all is shrouded in mystery.
Its secrets unrevealed.