Morning Walk in the Fog.
These walks are a reminder of the beauty in the stillness, a chance to slow down and simply be. In the fog, everything feels a little softer, a little quieter, and in that quiet, I find a kind of peace that is rare and precious. It’s a moment to breathe deeply, to feel alive, and to remember why I chose this place to call home.
The fog wraps itself around the trees, turning them into silhouettes, their forms only hinted at in the distance. The silence is profound, broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves or the distant call of a bird.
