Fog muddled boundaries between lake and sky. Six mallards, dark specks on the grey lake, chattered in a group; one lone male sat on the far side of the path. Blackbirds squawked, sparrows chirped; all obscured by the grey above. In the fervor of this curious weather, the lake was alive with fowl exhortation. A cool vapor moistened my face and from time to time the mist gathered into a raindrop that plopped on my head.
Walk through morning mist
dampens hair, inspires soul in
Photo from my collection taken at Firefighters Park, Troy, MI