‘Running in the Mist’

Up early this morning - misty outside. Decided to go for an early morning run.

At 7.30, the park had a quiet beauty all of its own. Mist endowed everything with soft quiet edges, growing ever fainter and fainter in the distance. The trees, now at their best green, were laden with mist, which occasionally released refreshing droplets onto the ground. The birdsong, usually very clear at this time, was curiously muted. The few people about, just about visible in the distance, had a ghostly appearance. Even the sound of my footfall was muted! 

It was absolutely magical, oh joy!