mist*

back to school today - for Aïsha the first day at school.
We were greeted by mist when we woke up, a sign that the summer is ending. I always feel cheated by the shortness of the Swiss summer, I can't stand winter and dread its arrival every year. Perhaps if I try hard to capture winter's beauty via Blip, I'll grow to like it (or, at least, put up with it)?

*mist, in German, is what one finds on a muckheap and is used hereabouts as a mild curse...and is the word I used today when I saw the mist....