Foggy millpond
The temperature, while not as insanely warm—for this time of year—as it has been, remains about 10 to 15 degrees above normal, and instead of spawning blizzards, we've become a breeding ground of fog. The day was mostly murky and misty—and still... very, very still. When I walked down to the millpond waterfall, I didn't have my usual Monday afternoon companion, for my grandson Luc, who has been trekking with me after he finishes his piano lesson, was home sick. He didn't miss anything unusual in the natural history department, but I certainly missed my hiking buddy. He would have enjoyed the unclarity.