A foggy morning…

It was one of those magical mornings that unfolds like pictures from a postcard, the fog was thick and lay low.  It would be a shame” to not stop and smell the roses” I thought as I drove through the streets .IMG_1930

The buildings were hardly visible, like the moors of a page from a Jane Eyre novel , the fog lay thick it almost felt like looking through lacework….

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The lake that lay beyond the tree lined pathway had a mystical air about it…..IMG_1925 2

It is almost the end of summer, the leaves have started to change colors already, indicating that Fall was close behind.IMG_1940 2

Stopped my car by the lake to take in the beauty of the peaceful morning. The landscape was slowing changing, the reflection clearly evident in the waters.

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The fog rolled gently over the lake, the pier stood still in the morning quiet…

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Our pet stepped out of the car and stood in a meditative stance, taking in the beauty of the morning, I would say it had the same effect on man and animal too, something ethereal about it.IMG_1952 2

The wild flowers that grew along the bank made the lake look more enchanting. Who put them there? The creator certainly knows his colors well, me thought.

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A few ducks swam gently past, the ripples they created, the only sound in an otherwise still waters.IMG_1982

Drove back home with my heart full, for taking the path less travelled, you never know what treasures you will find, if only you stop a while “to smell the roses”.IMG_1936 2

 

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