Dense morning fog has crept up the field and surrounded us now. This is the third morning in a row that we’ve awakened in a cloud, unable to see the full field and the water beyond. The fog usually burns off by mid-morning and, for a short time as it is evaporating, our world becomes a softer, lusher place.
That’s when September fields become blurred greens, yellows, and browns and the ancient apple trees show the beauty of old age.
(Brooklin, Maine)