Sunday Morning Fog

Early morning walk in the fog. The hood is so quiet. A few black silhouettes; ghostly, shadowy figures off in the distance reveal themselves to be human beings with actual human features as they get closer.

Little bunny rabbits, flee from our approach, white-tails bobbing along green lawns. Silly little squirrels rooting around in the dirt, looking busy, ignoring us.

A beautifully complex spider-web glistening with dew in the branches of a tree. It is empty, waiting...

The clouds at street level. Everything has a glow and a hushed quality of expectation.

Sunday morning coming down...