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
mystic atmosphere
Photo from my collection taken at Firefighters Park, Troy, MI
Wind Rush 
These are numinous moments, aren’t they?
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Thank you so much for your comment, VJ. You taught me a new word, a good word – numinous.
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Yes, I love this word! You’re welcome.
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Superb and beautiful pictures and it really rejuvenates the soul. Lovely LuAnne 💖
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Thank you, Kamal.
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Misty Morn suspends thought. 🙂
“It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presence may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.” James Douglas (1803-1887)
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Great quote, CES. Thanks. I will be up before dawn tomorrow to catch a glimpse of the total solar eclipse just where this photo was taken, in the park near my house. I hope wherever you are you can see it, too.
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Beautiful – and I love “fowl exhortation”!
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