I woke up very early Sunday morning and when I saw how foggy it was outside, I quickly got dressed, grabbed my camera and bird food, and made my way to the lake. With the exception of a few ambitious joggers and cyclists, I was the only human there. The air was so thick with dew and the voices of the lake's inhabitants were all that I could hear. And it was such magical music to my ears. These feathered ones say good morning to each other in their own melodic way as they slowly wake up and greet the day.
I wish you could have been here to witness it.
But as the fog lifted, revealing more graceful souls of the spirit, you were.
Because you ALWAYS are.