NEW ARTWORK: Misty mornings...

We have had some pretty impressive early misty mornings recently. I love the mist, love the atmosphere it gives to the land, how it bathes everything in a ghost-like sheen, including myself. I feel like I am a shade in the underworld, sliding through the silence. Pure magical, and like magic, it slowly dissipates, and the noisy human world comes at you hard, with an aggression that borders on fury, the fury of its temporary exclusion.