Foggy morning mysteries

Although I do it rarely, I love waking up early and seeing the earth outside my windows before day breaks. Because I live in the mountains I don't get a glorious sunrise (we hillbillies have to go to the beach for those). By the time the sun makes an appearance over the ridge line and travels up behind the trees that surround this little patch, the yard has seen daylight for quite a while.

This morning I woke up in the five o’clock hour, feeling rested, and was out of the bed with a tea kettle on

by 6am. The kitchen was dark when I went downstairs, but the back yard glowed with an early morning fog billowing up from the ground. If it had been summer there would have been a clamor of birds, but all was quiet on this December morning.