I love fall mornings like this in the land of rolling hills and narrow valleys, when it’s nice and cool and there’s a fog hanging over the land. It’s like living in the clouds. There’s just a hint of the pink sunrise reflecting off the clouds over the trees. I walked barefoot out on to the wet grass to see what was all over the yard. They were tiny little cobwebs that are only visible on foggy mornings that I had completely forgotten all about.
Sitting on the porch, enjoying a cup of coffee. Breathing has been much better lately. Small projects are getting done.
Life is good!
Hope you have a wonderful day!