rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Over

Evening brought a marvelous fog. The clouds began breaking up just before sunset, providing a few minutes of brightness to end the gray day. Then this diaphanous fog appeared, and the nearly full moon was floating in its haze, and every drop of suspended mist caught the re-reflected light of the vanished sun until all the air was luminous, the wet pines shimmering and the bare oaks etched darkly against the bright sky. It was quite splendid, but it only lasted half an hour. Now, there is only the clear winter night, with the bright moon overpowering the stars and the trees casting stark shadows as sharp as the cold air.
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