Misty

Today was misty, with a fine rain and a lingering dampness in everything. However, a walk in the Bishop's Glen at midday revealed its own treasures: I love the love mist lying among the ruins of what has been a dense forest the whole time I've lived here. Now it's being harvested, and the whole landscape is changing. I wonder what next - the inevitable greening-over of the scarred ground, or a new forest whose forest I won't see?