Misty morning ?

More like deep, damp fog.

I’d slept awkwardly and needed to stretch out, so I went off to unstiffen.

There is something beautiful about the strange light and dark.

Extra: This spider’s efforts reminded me of my wonderful grandma’s crochet work. She used the finest cotton and the effect was so often like a delicate lace.  I swapped the photos. Apologies (and thanks) to those who had already commented.