Mist

It seems that wherever there is mist or fog we expect Headless Horsemen and Baskerville Hounds.  We wait for the wailing of something through the darkness across the moors and we realize that perhaps we have read too much Bronte. 

Fog is common in Florida.  It rests like a blanket over everything in the morning.  And though I am no meteorologist, I know that when the morning begins with fog, there will be sun.

There was sun this morning, and flowers dripping with water, and there between the trees, the last of the morning mist rolling across the water and lifting into the sky.

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