quiet beauty


It didn’t look like much when I downloaded it from my phone, but I could not resist taking this shot early this morning, before anyone else was up, before coffee even. A misting drizzle overnight clung on into daylight, and the little mountain we can usually see from our breakfast room was hidden by fog. There was something about it, the utter quiet, the dim easing into day, the yard blanketed by leaves in a hundred shades of rust and brown, that spoke deep deep peace to me. I carried it into Saturday.

joining, at least for today,

in these daily prompts for November,

found via The Habit of Being


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