Fog on the Lake

Dear Diary,

Another foggy morning on the lake. The light was lovely and tinted the water a soft shade of mauve and blue. There was absolute silence, a still hush like occurs during a snowfall. It was heavenly but of course it didn't last. As the sun rose higher it began to burn off quickly and the lake came back to life.

The fog is an illusion—
A master of disguise,
Which hides the tangible
Before our very eyes.

Walterrean Salley

Welcoming the peaceful interlude...